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PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY 



A BOOK OF 



THOUGHTS AND ARGUMENTS, 



©riginalla tvtattii 



BY 

MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER, ESQ, M.A . 

OF CHRISTCHTJRCH, OXFORD. 
AUTHOP- OF "tE^ crock OF GOLD," ETC. 



FIRST SERIES. 



NEW YORK: 
WILEY & PUTNAM, 161 BROADWAY. 

1847. 



.Ts Alt 



Bequest 

Albert Adsit Clemons 

Au«. 24, 1938 

(Not ayailable for ezchangrd) 



CONTENTS. 

FIRST SERIES. 

PAGE 

Prefatory » 9 

The Words of Wisdom 11 

Of Truth in Things False 13 

Of Anticipation 16 

Of Hidden Uses 18 

Of Compensation .22 

Of Indirect Influences 26 

Of Memory 3C 

The Dream of Ambition » .... 33 

Of Subjection 35 

Of Rest 43 

Of Humility 46 

Of Pride 50 

Of Experience 52 

Of Estimating Character 54 

Of Hatred and Anger 61 

Of Good in Things Evil 63 

Of Prayer 68 

The Lord's Prayer 72 

Of Discretion .*• ...•....•..••>. ...74 



viii CONTENTS. 

PAOB 

Of Triiles 77 

Of Recreation 80 

The Train of Religion 84 

Of a Trinity 86 

Of Thinking 89 

Of Speaking 95 

Of Reading 99 

Of Writing 101 

Of Wealth 104 

Of Invention 1 09 

Of Ridicule 112 

Of Commendation 115 

Of Self- Acquaintance 119 

Of Cruelty to Animals , 125 

Of Friendship 128 

Of Love 132 

Of Marriage 134 

Of Education 138 

Of Tolerance 146 

Of Sorrow 149 

Of Joy 151 

Notes 155 



PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 



PREFATORY. 



Thoughts, that have tarried in my mind, and peopled its inner chambers. 
The sober children of reason, or desultory train of fancy; 
Clear running wine of conviction, with the scum and the lees of specu- 
lation ; 
Corn from the sheaves of science, with stubble from mine own garner; 
Search ings after Truth, that have tracked her secret lodes, 
And come up again to the surface- world, with a knowledge grounded 

deeper ; 
Arguments of high scope, that have soared to the keystone of heaven, 
And mence have swooped to their certain mark, as the falcon to its quarry; 
The fruits I have gathered of prudence, the ripened harvest of my musings, 
These com.mend I unto thee, docile scholar of Wisdom, 
These I give to thy gentle heart, thou lover of the right. 

What though a guilty man renew that hallowed theme, 

And strike with feebler hand the harp of Sirach's son ? 

What, though a youthful tongue take up that ancient parable, 

And utter faintly forth dark sayings as of old ? 

Sweet is the virgin honey, though the wild bee have stored it ni a reed ; 

And bright the jewelled band, that circleth an Ethiop's arm ; 

Pure are the grains of gold in the turbid stream of Ganges, 

And fair the living flowers, that spring from the dull cold sod. 

Wherefore, thou gentle student, bend thine ear to my speech. 



10 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series i. 

For I also am as thou art ; our hearts can commune together : 

To meanest matters will I stoop, for mean is the lot of mortal ; 

I will rise to noblest themes, for the soul hath an heritage of glo: y : 

The passions of puny man ; the majestic characters of God ; 

The feverish shadows of time, and the mighty substance of eternity. 

Commend thy mind unto candour, and grudge not as though thou hadst a 

teacher, 
Nor scorn angelic Truth for the sake of her evil herald ; 
Heed not him, but hear his words, and care not whence they come ; 
The viewless winds might whisper them, the billows roar them forth, 
The mean unconscious sedge sigh them in the ear of evening, 
Or the mind of pride conceive, and the mouth of folly speak them. 
Lo now, I stand not forth laying hold on spear and buckler, 
I come a man of peace, to comfort, not to combat; 
With soft persuasive speech to charm thy patient ear. 
Giving the hand of fellowship, acknowledging the heart of s}mpathy: 
Let us walk together as friends in the shaded paths of meditation 
Nor Judgment set his sccil until he hath poised his balance; 
That the chastenings of mild reproof may meet unwitting error, 
And Charity not be a stranger at the board that is spread for brothera 



THE WORDS OF WISDOM. 



Few and precious are the words which the lips of Wisdom utter: 

To what shall their rarity be likened? What price shall count their worth 1 

Perfect and much to be desired, and giving joy with riches. 

No lovely thing on earth can picture all their beauty. 

They be chance pearls, flung among the rocks by the sullen waters of 

Oblivion, 
Which Diligence loveth to gather, and hang round the neck of JMemory; 
They be w^hite-winged seeds of happiness, wafted from the islands of the 

blessed, 
Which Thought cai-efully tendeth, in the kindly garden of the heart; 
They be sproutings of an harvest for eternity, bursting through the tilth of 

time. 
Green promise of the golden wheat, that yieldeth angels' food; 
They be drops of the crystal dew, which the v»^ings of seraplis scatter, 
When on some brighter sabbath, their plumes quiver most with delight ; 
Such, and so precious, are the words which the lips of Wisdom utter. 

Yet more, for the half is not said, of their might, and dignity, and va'uc; 
For live-giving be they and glorious, redolent of sanctity and heaven : 
As the fumes of hallowed incense, that veil the throne of the Most High ; 
As the beaded bubbles that sparkle on the rim of the cup of immortality; 
As wreaths of the rainbow spray, from the pure cataracts of Truth . 
Such, and so precious, are the words w^hich the lips of Wisdom, uttei 

Yet once again, loving student, suffer the praises of thy teacher, 
For verily the sun of the mind, and the life of the heart, is Wisdom : 
She is pure and full of light, crowning gray hairs with lustre. 
And kindling the eye of youth with a fire not its own ; 



12 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series i. 

And her words, whereunto canst thou liken them ? for earth cannot show 

their peers : 
They be grains of the diamond sand, the radiant floor of heaven, 
Rising in sunny dust behind the chariot of God ; 
They be flashes of the day-spring from on high, shed from the windows 

of the skies ; 
They be streams of living waters, fresh from the fountain of Intelligence; 
Such, and so precious, are the words which the lips of Wisdom utter. 

For these shall guide thee well, and guard thee on thy way; 

And wanting all beside, with these shalt thou be rich : 

Though all around be woe, these shall make thee happy; 

Though all within be pain, these shall bring thee health ; 

Thy good shall grow into ripeness, thine evil wither and decay. 

And Wisdom's words shall sweetly charm thy doubtful into virtues: 

Meanness shall then be frugal care ; where shame was, thou art modest ; 

Cowardice riseth into caution, rashness is sobered into courage ; 

The wrathful spirit, rendering a reason, standeth justified in anger 

The idle hand hath fair excuse, propping the thoughtful forehead. 

Life shall have no labyrinth but thy steps can track it, 

For thou hast a silken clue, to lead thee through the darkness : 

The rampant Minotaur of ignorance shall perish at thy coming, 

And thine enfranchised fellows hail thy w^hite victorious sails. (0 

Wherefore, friend and scholar, hear the words of Wisdom ; 

Whether she speaketh to thy soul in the full chords of revelation ; 

In the teaching earth, or air, or sea; in the still melodies ol thought, 

Or, haply, in the humbler strains that would detain thee here. 



OF TRUTH IN THINGS FALSE. 

Errok is a hardy plant; it flourisheth in every soil; 
In the heart of the wise and good, alike with the wicked and foolish ; 
For there is no error so crooked, but it hath in it some lines of truth ; 
Nor is any poison so deadly, that it serveth not some wholesome use : 
And the just man, enamoured of the right, is blinded by the speciousness 

of wrong, 
And the prudent, perceiving an advantage, is content to overlook the harm 
On all things created remaineth the half- effaced signature of God, 
Somewhat of fair and good, though blotted by the finger of corruption : 
And if error cometh in like a flood, it mixeth with streams of truth. 
And the Adversary loveth to have it so, for thereby many are decoyed. 
Providence is dark in its permissions; yet one day, when all is known. 
The universe of reason shall acknowledge how just and good were they; 
For the wise man leaneth on his wisdom, and the righteous tnisteth to his 

righteousness, 
And those who thirst for independence, are suffered to drink of disappoint- 
ment. 
Wherefore?-— to prove and humble them; and to teach the idolaters of 

truth, 
That it is but the ladder unto Him, on whom only they should trust. 

There is truth in the wildest scheme that imaginative heat hath engen 

dered, 
And a man may gather somewhat from the crudest theories of fancy: 
The alchemist laboureth in folly, but catcheth chance gleams of wisdom. 
And findeth out many inventions, though his crucible breed not gold ; 
The sinner, toying with witchcraft, thinketh to delude his fellows. 



14 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series i. 



But there be very spirits of evil, and what if they come at iiis bidding ? 
Mv. is a bold bad man who dareth to tamper with the dead; 
For iheir whereabout lieth in a mystery— that vestibule leading to Eternity, 
The waiting-room for unclad ghosts, before the presence-chamber of their 

King: 
JNIind may act upon mind, though bodies be far divided; 
For the life is in the blood, but souls communicate unseen: 
And the heat of an excited intellect, radiating to its fellows. 

Doth kindle dry leaves afar off, while the green wood around it is un- 

warmed. 
The dog may have a spirit, as well as his brutal master; 

A spirit to live in happiness; for why should he be robbed of his exist- 
ence ? 

Hath he not a conscience of evil, a glimmer of moral sense, 

Love and hatred, courage and fear, and visible shame and pride ? 

There may be a future rest for the patient victims of the cruel ; 

And a season allotted for their bliss, to compensate for unjust suffering. 

Spurn not at seeming error, but dig below its surface for the truth ; 

And beware of seeming truths, that grow on the roots of error : 

For comely are the apples that spring from the Dead Sea's cursed shore : 

But within are they dust and ashes, and the hand that plucketh them shall 
rue it. 

A frequent similar efFect argueth a constant cause : 
Yet who hath counted the links that bind an omen to its issue ? 
Who hath expounded the law that rendereth calamities grBgarious, 
Pressing down with yet more woes the heavy-laden mourner? 
Who knowcth wherefore a monsoon should swell the sails of the prosper- 
ous. 
Blithely speeding on their course the children of good luck? 
Who hath companioned a vision from the horn or ivory gate, (2) 
Or met another's mind in his, and explained its presence ? 
There is a secret somewhat in antipathies; and love is more than fancy; 
Yea, and a palpable notice warneth of an instant danger ; 
For the soul hath its feelers, cobwebs floating on the wind, 
That catch events in their approach wiih sure and apt presentiment, 
So that some halo of attraction heraldcth a coming friend. 



01. TRUTH IN THINGS FALSE. 



Investing in his likeness the stranger that passed on before ; 

And while the word is in thy mouth, behold thy word fulfilled, 

And he of whom we spake can answer for himself. 

man, little hast thou learnt of truth in things most true, 

How therefore shall thy blindness wot of truth in things most false ' 

Thou hast not yet perceived the causes of life or motion, 

How then canst thou define the subtle sympathies of mind ? 

For the spirit, sharpest and strongest when disease hath rent the body, 

Hath welcomed kindred spirits in nightly visitations. 

Or learnt from restless ghosts dark secrets of the living, 

And helped slow justice to her prey by the dreadful teaching of a dream 

Verily, there is nothing so true, that the damps of error have not warp- 
ed it; 
Verily, there is nothing so false, that a sparkle of truth is not in it 
For the enemy, the father of lies, the giant Upas of creation. 
Whose deadly shade hath blasted this once green garden of the Lord, 
Can but pervert the good, but may not create the evil ; 
He destroyeth, but cannot build ; for he is not antagonist deity : 
Mighty in his stolen power, yet is he a creature and a subject ; 
Not a maker of abstract wrong, but a spoiler of concrete right : 
The fiend hath not a royal crown ; he is but a prowling robber. 
Suffered, for some mysterious end, to haunt the King's highway ; 
And the keen sword he beareth, once was a simple ploughshare; 
Yea, and his panoply of error is but a distortion of the truth : 
The sickle that once reaped righteousness, beaten from its useful curve. 
With axe, and spike, and bar, headeth the marauder's halbert. 
Seek not further, man, to solve the dark riddle of sin ; 
Suffice it, that thine own bad heart is to thee thine origin of evii. 



OF ANTICIPATION. 



Thou hast seen many sorrows, travel-stained pilgrim of the world, 
But that which hath vexed thee most, hath been the looking for evil ; 
And though calamities have crossed thee, and misery been heaped on thv 

head. 
Yet ills that never happened, have chiefly made thee wretched. 
The sting of pain and the edge of pleasure are blunted by long expectation, 
For the gall and the balm alike are diluted in the waters of patience : 
And often thou sippest sweetness, ere the cup is dashed from thy lip ; 
Or drainest the gall of fear, while evil is passing by thy dwelling. 
A man too careful of danger liveth in continual torment. 
But a cheerful expecter of the best hath a fountain of joy within him : 
Yea, though the breath of disappointment should chill the sanguine heart. 
Speedily gloweth it again, warmed by the live embers of hope ; 
Though the black and heavy surge close above the head for a moment. 
Yet the happy buoyancy of Confidence riseth superior to Despair. 
Verily, evils may be courted, may be wooed and won by distrust; 
For the wise Physician of our weal loveth not an unbelieving spirit ; 
And to those giveth he good, who rely on his hand for good ; 
And those leaveth he to evil, who fear, but trust him not. 
Ask for good, and hope it; for the ocean of good is fathomless: 
Ask for good, and have it ; for thy Friend would see thee happy : 
But to the timid heart, to the child of unbelief and dread, 
That leaneth on his own weak staff", and trusteth the sight of his eyes, 
The evil he feared shall come, for the soil is ready for the seed, 
And suspicion hath coldly put aside the hand that was ready to lud]) him, 
Therefore look up, sad spirit ; be strong, thou coward licart, 
Or fear will make thee wretched, thouirh evil follow not behind: 



s£RiEsi.] OF ANTICIPATION. 17 



Cease to anticipate misfortune, — there are still many chances of escape ; 

But if it come, be courageous : face it, and conquer thy calamity. 

There is not an enemy so stout as to storm and take the fortress of the 

mind. 
Unless its infirmity turn traitor, and Fear unbar the gates. 
The valiant standeth as a rock, and the billows break upon him ; 
The timorous is a skiff unmoored, tost and mocked at by a ripple ; 
The valiant holdeth fast to good, till evil wrench it from him ; 
The timorous casleth it aside, to meet the worst half way : 
Yet oftentimes is evil but a braggart, that provoke th and will not fight; 
Or the feint of a subtle fencer, who measureth his thrust elsewhere : 
Or perchance a blessing in a masque, sent to try thy trust. 
The precious smiting of a friend, whose frowns are all in love : 
Often the storm threateneth, but is driven to other climes. 
And the weak hath quailed in fear, while the firm hath been glad in his 

confidence. 



OF HIDDEN USES. 



The sea-wort (s) floating on the waves, or rolled up high along the shore. 
Ye counted useless and vile, heaping on it names of contempt : 
Yet hath it gloriously triumphed, and man been humbled in his ignorance, 
For health is in the freshness of its savour, and it cumbereth the beach 

with wealth ; 
Comtortmg the tossings of paiii with its violet-tinctured essence. 
And by its humbler ashes enriching many proud. 
Be this, then, a lesson to thy soul, that thou reckon nothing worthless. 
Before thou heedest not its use, nor knowest the virtues thereof. 
And herein, as thou walkest by the sea, shall weeds be a type and an ear- 
nest 
01 the stored and uncounted riches lying hid in all creatures of God : 
There be flowers making glad the desert, and roots fattening the soil, 
And jewels in the secret deep, scattered among groves of coral. 
And comforts to crown all wishes, and aids unto every need. 
Influences yet unthought, and virtues, and many inventions, 
And uses above and around, which man hath not yet regarded. 
Not long to charm away disease, hath the crocus (^) yielded up its bulb. 
Nor the willow lent its bark, nor the nightshade its vanquished poison; 
Not long hath the twisted leaf, the fragrant gift of China, 
Nor that nutritious root, the boon of far Peru, 
Not the many-coloured dahlia, nor the gorgeous flaunting cactus. 
Nor the multitude of fruits and flowers ministered to life and luxury ; 
Even so, there be*virtues yet unknown in the wasted foliaijfe of the elm, 
In the sun-dried harebell of the downs, and the hyacinth drinking in the 

meadow. 
In the sycamore's winged fruit, and the facft-cui cones of the cedar; 



SERIES I.] OF HIDDEN USES. 19 

And the pansy and bright geranium live not alone for beauty, 

Nor the waxen flower of the arbute, though it dieth in a day, 

Nor the sculptured crest of the fir, unseen but by the stars ; 

And the meanest weed of the garden serveth unto many uses, 

The salt tamarisk, and juicy flag, the freckled orchis, and the daisy. 

The world may laugh at famme when forest-trees yield bread. 

When acorns give out fragrant drink, (S) and the sap of the linden is as 

fatness : 
For every green herb, from the lotus to the darnel. 
Is rich with delicate aids to help incurious man. 

Still, Mind is up and stirring, and pryeth in the corners of contrivance. 
Often from the dark recesses picking out bright seeds of truth : 
Knowledge hath clipped the lightning's wings, and mewed it up for a pur- 
pose. 
Training to some domestic task the fiery bird of heaven ; 
Tamed is the spirit of the storm, to slave in all peaceful arts. 
To walk with husbandry and science ; to stand in the vanguard against 

death : 
And the chemist balanceth his elements with more than magic skill, 
Commanding stones that they be bread, and draining sweetness out of 

wormwood. 
Yet man, heedless of a God, counteth up vain reckonings, 
Fearing to be jostled and starved out, by the too prolific increase of his 

kind ; 
And asketh, in unbelieving dread for how few years to come 
Will the black cellars of the world yield unto him fuel for his winter. 
Might not the wide waste sea be pent within narrower bounds ? 
Might not the arm of diligence make the tangled wilderness a garden ? 
And for aught thou canst tell, there may be a thousand methods 
Of comforting thy limbs in warmth, though thou kindle not a spark. 
Fear not, son of man, for thyself nor thy seed : — with a multitude is plenty 
God's blessing giveth increase, and with it larger than enough. 

Search out the wisdom of nature, there is depth in all her doings ; 

She seemeth prodigal of power, yet her rules are the maxims of frugality i 

The plant refresheth the air, and the earth filtereth the water, 



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20 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [skries i. 

And dews are sucked into the cloud, dropping fatness on the world : 

She hath, on a mighty scale, the general use of all things ; 

Yet hath she specially for each its microscopic purpose : 

There is use in the prisoned air, that swelleth the pods of the laburnum ; 

Design in the venomed thorns, that sentinel the leaves of the nettle ; 

A linal cause for the aromatic gum, that congealeth the moss around a rose 

A reason for each blade of grass, that reareth its small spire. 

How knoweth discontented man what a train of ills might follow. 

If the lowest menial of nature knew not her secret office ? 

If the thistle never sprang up, to mock the loose husbandry of indolence, 

Or the pestilence never swept away an unknown curse from among men ? 

Would ye crush the buzzing myriads that float on the breath of the evening 

Would ye trample the creatures of God that people the rotting fruit r 

Would ye suffer no mildew forest to stain the unhealthy wall. 

Nor a noisome savour to exhale from the pool that breedeth disease ? 

Pain is useful unto man, for it teacheth him to guard his life, 

And the fetid vapours of the fen warn him to fly from danger: 

And the meditative mind, looking on, winneth good food for its hunger. 

Seeing the wholesome root bring forth a poisonous berry ; 

For otherwhile falleth it out that truth, driven to extremities, 

Yieldeth bitter folly as the spoilt fruit of wisdom. 

O, blinded is thine eye, if it see not just aptitude in all things; 

O, frozen is thy heart, if it glow not with gratitude for all things : 

In the perfect circle of creation not an atom could be spared. 

From earth's magnetic zone to the bindweed round a hawthorn. 

The sage, and the beetle at his feet, hath each a ministration to perform; 
The briar and the palm have the wages of life, rendering secret service. 
Neither is it thus alone with the definite existences of matter; 
But motion and sound, circumstance and quality, yea, all things have their 

office. 
The zephyr playing with an aspen leaf, — the earthquake that rendeth a 

continent; 
The moonbeam silvering a ruined arch, — the desert wave dashing up a 

pyramid ; 
The thunder of jarring icebergs, — the stops of a shepherd's pipe ; 
The howl of the tiger in the glen, — and the wood-dove calling to her mate ' 



SERIES I.] OF HIDDEN USES. 21 

The vulture's cruel rage, — the grace of the stately swan ; 

The fierceness looking from the lynx's eye, and the dull stupor of the sloth : 

To these, and to all, is there added each its use, though man considereth 

it lightly; 
For Power hath ordained nothing which Economy saw not needful. 

All things being are essential to the vast ubiquity of God ; 

Neither is there one thing overmuch, nor freed from honourable servitude. 

Were there not a need-be of wisdom, nothing would be as it is ; 

For essence without necessity argueth a moral weakness. 

We look through a glass darkly, we catch but glimpses of truth ; 

But, doubtless, the sailing of a cloud hath Providence to its pilot. 

Doubtless, the root of an oak is gnarled for a special purpose. 

The foreknown station of a rush is as fixed as the station of a king. 

And cha5 from the hand of a winnower, steered as the stars in their 

courses. 
Man liveth only in himself, but the Lord liveth in all things; 
And His pervading unity quickeneth the whole creation. 
Man doeth one thing at once, nor can he think two thoughts together; 
But God compasseth all things, mantling the globe like air: 
And we render homage to His wisdom, seeing use in all His creatures, 
For, perchance, the universe would die, were not ail things as they are. 



OF COMPENSATION. 



Equal is the government of heaven in allotting pleasures among men, 

And just the everlasting law, that hath wedded happiness to virtue : 

For verily on all things else broodeth disappointment with care, 

That childish man may be taught the shallowness of earthly enjoyment 

Wherefore, ye that have enough, envy ye the rich man his abundance? 

Wherefore, daughters of affluence, covet ye the cottager's content ' 

Take the good with the evil, for ye all are pensioners of God, 

And none may choose or refuse the cup His wisdom mixeth. 

The poor man rejoiceth at his toil, and his daily bread is sweet to him: 

Content with present good he looketh not for evil to the future : 

The rich man languisheth with sloth, and findeth pleasure in nothing. 

He locketh up care with his gold, and feareth the fickleness of fortune. 

Can a cup contain within itself the measure of a bucket ? 

Or the straitened appetites of man drink more than their fill of luxury ? 

There is a limit to enjoyment, though the sources of wealth be boundless 

And the choicest pleasures of life lie within the ring of moderation 

Also, though penury and pain be real and bitter evils, 

I would reason with the poor afliicted, for he is not so wretched as he 

seemeth. 
What right hath an offender to complain, though others escape punishment, 
If the stripes of earned misfortune overtake him in his sin ? 
Wherefore not endure with resignation the evils thou canst not avert? 
For the coward pain will flee, if thou meet him as a man : 
Consider whatever be thy fate, that it might and ought to have been worse. 
And that it lieth in thy hand to gather even blessing from afflictions: 
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SERIES I.] OF COMPENSATION. 23 

Bethink thee, wherefore were they sent ? and hath not use blunted their 

keenness ? 
Need hope, and patience, and courage, be strangers to the meanest hovel ? 
Thou art in an evil case, — it were cruel to deny to thee compassion. 
But there is not unmitigated ill in the sharpest of this world's sorrows : 
I touch not the sore of thy guilt ; but of human griefs I counsel thee. 
Cast off the weakness of regret, and gird thee to redeem thy loss . 
Thou hast gained, in the furnace of affliction, self-knowledge, patience, 

and humility, 
And these be as precious ore, that waiteth the skill of the coiner : 
Despise not the blessings of adversity, nor the gain thou hast earned so 

Hardly, 
And now thou hast drained the bitter, take heed that thou lose not the 

sweet. 

Power is seldom innocent, and envy is the yoke-fellow of eminence ; 

And the rust of the miser's riches wasteth his soul as a canker. 

The poor man counteth not the cost at which such wealth hath been pur- 
chased ; 

He would be on the mountain's top without the toil and travail of the 
climbing. 

But equity demandeth recompense ; for high-place, calumny and care ; 

For state, comfortless splendour eating out the heart of home; 

For warrior fame, dangers and death ; for a name among the learned, a 
spirit overstrained ; 

For honour of all kinds, the goad of ambition ; on every acquirement, the 
tax of anxiety. 

He that would change with another, must take the cup as it is mixed • 

Poverty, with largeness of heart : or a full purse, with a sordid spirit ; 

Wisdom, in an ailing body; or a common mind with health: 

Godliness, with man's scorn ; or the welcome of the mighty, with guilt : 

Beauty, with a fickle heart; or plainness of face, with affection. 

For so hath Providence determined, that a man*shall not easily discover 
, Unmingled good or evil, to quicken his envy or abhorrence. 

A bold man or a fool must he be, who would change his lot with another, 

It were a fearful bargain, and mercy hath lovingly refused it : 

For we know the worst of ourselves, but the secrets of another we see not. 



24 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. Jsehies r 

And better is certain bad, than the doubt and dread of worse. 
Just, and strong, and opportune is the moral rule of God ; 
Ripe in its times, firm in its judgments, equal in the measure of its gifts* 
Yet men, scanning the surface, count the wicked happy. 
Nor heed the compensating peace, which gladdeneth the g;ood in his afilictions. 
They see not the frightful dreams that crowd a bad man's pillow, 
Like wreathed adders crawling round his midnight conscience ; 
They hear not the terrible suggestions, that knock at the portal of his will, 
Provoking to wipe away from life the one weak witness of the deed ; 
They know not the torturing suspicions that sting his panting breast, 
When the clear eye of penetration quietly readeth off the truth. 
Likewise of the good what know they ? the memories bringing pleasure, 
Shrined in the heart of the benevolent, and glistening from his eye; 
The calm self-justifying reason that establisheth the upright in his purpose 
The warm and gushing bliss that floodeth all the thoughts of the religious 
Many a beggar at the cross-way, or gray-haired shepherd on the plain. 
Hath more of the end of all wealth, than hundreds who multiply the. 
means. 

Moreover, a moral compensation reacheth to the secrecy of thought 
For if thou wilt think evil of thy neighbour, soon shalt thou have him 

for thy foe : 
And yet he may know nothing of the cause that maketh thee distasteful 

to his soul, — 
The cause of unkind suspicion, for which thou hast thy punishment; 
And if thou think of him in charity, wishing or praying for his weal, 
He shall not guess the secret charm that lureth his soul to love thee 
For just is retributive ubiquity: Samson did sin with Dalilah, 
And his eyes and captive strength were forfeit to the Philistine : 
Jacob robbed his brother, and sorrow was his portion to the grave • 
David must fly before his foes, yea, though his guilt is covered : 
And He, who seeming old in youth, (^) was marred for others' sin, 
r'or ever^ special crime mu*st bear its special penalty: 
By luxury, or rashness, or vice, the member that hath erred suffereth. 
And therefore the Sacrifice for all was pained at every pore. 

Alike to the slave and his oppressor cometh night with sweet refreshment, 



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A.nd half of the life of the most wretched is gladdened by the soothings 

of sleep. 
Pain addeth zest unto pleasure, and teacheth the luxury of health; 
There is a joy in sorrow, which none but a mourner can know; 
Madness hath imaginary bliss, and most men have no more ; 
Age hath its quiet calm, and youth enjoyeth not for haste : 
Daily, in the midst of its beatitude, the righteous soul is vexed ; 
And even the misery of guilt doth attain to the bliss of pardon. 
VVIk), in the face of the born-blind, ever looked on other than content ? 
And the deaf ear listeneth within to the silent music of the heart. 
There is evil poured upon the earth from the overflowings of corruption, — 
Sickness, and poverty, and pain, and guilt, and madness, and sorrow ; 
But, as the water from a fountain riseth and sinketh to its level, 
Ceaselessly toileth justice to equalize the lots of men : 
For, habit, and hope, and ignorance, and the being but one of a multitude* 
And strength of reason in the sage, and dulness of feeling in the fool, 
And the light elasticity of courage, and the calm resignation of meekness 
And the stout endurance of decision, and the weak carelessness of apathy, 
And helps invisible but real, and ministerings not unfelt. 
Angelic aid w^ith worldly discomfiture, bodily loss with the soul's gain. 
Secret griefs, and silent joys, thorns in the flesh, and cordials for the spirit 
( — Short of the insuperable barrier dividing innocence from guilt, — ). 
Go far to level all things, by the gracious rule of Compensatioa 



OF INDIRECT INFLUENCES. 



Face thy foe in the field, and perchance thou wilt meet thy master, 

For the sword is chained to his wrist, and his armour buckled for the 

battle; 
But find him when he looketh not for thee, aim between the joints of his 

harness, 
And the crest of his pride will be humbled, his cruelty will bite the dust 
Beard not a lion in his den, but fashion the secret pitfall. 
So shalt thou conquer the strong, thyself triumphing in weakness. 
The hurricane rageth fiercely, and the promontory standeth in its might. 
Breasting the artillery of heaven, as darts glance from the crocodile : 
But the small continual creeping of the silent footsteps of the sea 
Mineth the wall of adamant, and stealthily compasseth its ruin. 
The weakness of accident is strong, where the strength of design is weak: 
And a casual analogy convinceth, when a mind beareth not argument. 
Will not a man listen.? be silent; and prave thy maxim by example: 
Never fear, thou losest not thy hold, though thy mouth doth not render a 

reason. 
Contend not in wisdom with a fool, for thy sense maketh much of his 

conceit ; 
And some errors never would have thriven, had it not been for learned 

refutation : 
Yea, much evil hath been caused by an honest wrestler for truth 
And much of unconscious good, by the man that hated wisdom: 
For tlie intellect judgeth closely, and if thou overstep thy argument, 
Or seem not consistent with thyself, or fail in thy direct purpose. 
The mind that went along with thee, shall stop and return without thee, 
And thou shalt have raised a foe, where thou mightest have won a friend 



SERIES I.] OF INDIRECT INFLUENCES. 27 



Hints, shrewdly strown, mightily disturb the spirit, 

Where a barefaced accusation would be too ridiculous for calumny: 

The sly suggestion toucheth nerves, and nerves contract the fronds. 

And the sensitive mimosa of affection trembleth to its root , 

And friendships, the growth of half a century, those oaks .hat laugh at 

storms. 
Have been cankered in a night by a worm, even as the prophet's gourd. 
Hast thou loved, and not known jealousy? for a sideling look 
Can please or pain thy heart more than the multitude of proofs; 
Hast thou hated, and not learned that thy silent scorn 
Doth deeper aggravate thy foe than loud-cursing malice ? — 
A wise man preva:leth in power, for he screeneth his battering engine. 
But a fool tilteth headlong, and his adversary is aware. 

Behold those broken arches, that oriel all unglazed. 

That crippled line of columns bleaching in the sun. 

The delicate shaft stricken midway, and the flying buttress 

Fdly stretching forth to hold up tufted ivy : 

Thinkest thou the thousand eyes that shine with rapture on a ruin, 

Would have looked with half their wonder on the perfect pile ? 

And wherefore not — but that light hints, suggesting unseen beauties. 

Fill the complacent gazer with self-grown conceits ? 

And so, the rapid sketch winneth more praise to the painter. 

Than the consummate work elaborated on his easel : 

And so, the Helvetic lion caverned in the living rock 

Hath more of majesty and force, than if upon a marble pedestal. 

Tell me, daughter of taste, what hath charmed thine ear in music ? 

Is it the laboured theme, the curious fugue or cento, — 

Nor rather the sparkles of intelligence flashing from some strange note, 

Or the soft melody of sounds far sweeter for simplicity ? 

Tell me, thou son of science, what hath filled thy mind in reading ? 

Is it the volume of detail where all is orderly set down. 

And they that read may run, nor need to stop and think; 

The book carefully accurate, that ccuiiiein tiiee no better than a fool. 

Gorging the passive mind vricn annotated notes ; — 

Nor rather the half -suggested thoughts, the riddles thou mayst solve. 



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The fair ideas, coyly peeping like young loves out of roses. 

The quaint arabesque conceptions, half cherub and half flower. 

The light analogy, or deep allusion, trusted to thy learning, 

The confidence implied in thy skill to unravel meaning mysteries ? 

For ideas are ofttimes shy of the close furniture of words. 

And thought wherein only is power, may be best conveyed by a suggestion* 

The flash that lighteth up a valley, amid the dark midnight of a storm, 

Coineth the mind w^ith that scene sharper than fifty summers. 

A worldly man boasteth in his pride, that there is no power but of money: 
And he judgeth the characters of men by the differing measures of their 

means: 
He stealeth all goodly namiCs, as worth, and value, and substance, 
Which be the ancient heritage of Virtue, but such an one ascribeth unto 

Wealth: 
He spurneth the needy sage, whose wisdom hath enriched nations, 
And the sons of poverty and learning, without whom earth were a desert: 
Music, the soother of cares, the tuner of the dank discordant heart-strings. 
It is nought unto such an one but sounds, whereby some earn their living: 
The poem, and the picture, and the statue, to him seem idle baubles. 
Which wealth condescenJeth to favour, to gain him the name of patron. 
But little wotteth he the might of the means his folJy despiseth; 
He considereth not that these be the wires w^hich move the puppets of the 

w^orld. 
A sentence hath formed a character, ( " ) and a character subdued a kingdom ; 
A picture hath rained souls, or raised them to commerce with the skies: 
The pen hath shaken nations, and stablished the world in peace; 
And the whole full horn of plenty been filled from the vial of science. 
He regardeth man as sensual, the monarch of created matter. 
And careth not aught for mind, that linketh him with spirits unseen : 
He feedeth his carcass and is glad, though his soul be faint and famished, 
And the dull brute power of the body bindeth him a captive to himself. 

Man liveth from hour to hour, and knoweth not what may ha])pen; 
Influences circle him on all sides, and yet mu<t he answer for his actions 
For the being that is master of himself, ])endeth events to his will. 
But a slave to selfish passion is the waverln;r croatun' of circumstance. 



SERIES I.] OF INDIRECT INFLUENCES. 29 



To this man temptation is a poison, to that man it addeth vigour,' 

And each may render to himself influences good or evil. 

-\s thou directest the power, harm or advantage will follow. 

And the torrent that swept the valley, may be led to turn a mill; 

The wild electric flash, that could have kindled comets, 

May by the ductile wire give ease to an ailing child. 

For outward matter or event, fashion not the character within, 

But each man, jdelding or resisting, fashioneth his mind for himself. 

Some have said. What is in a name } — most potent plastic influence; 

A name is a word of character, and repetition stablisneth the fact ; 

A word of rebuke, or of honour, tending to obscurity or fame ; 

And greatest is the power of a name, when its power is least suspected. 

A low name is a thorn in the side, that hindereth the footman in his run- 
ning; 

But a name of ancestral renown shall often put the racer to his speed. 

Few men have grown unto greatness whose names are allied to ridicule. 

And many would never have been profligate, but for the splendour of a 
name. 

A wise man scorneth nothing, he it never so small or homely. 

For he knoweth not the secret laws that may bind it to great effects. 

The world in its boyhood was credulous, and dreaded the vengemice oi 
the stars. 

The world in its dotage is not wiser, fearing not the influence of small 
things ; 

Planets govern not the soul, nor guide the destinies of man, 

But trifles, lighter than straws, are levers in the building up of character. 

A man hath the tiller in his hand, and maf^steer against the current, 

Or may glide down idly with the stream, till his vessel founder in the 
whirlpool. 



OF MEMORY. 



Where art thou, storehouse of the mind, garner of facts and fancies, — 

In what strange firmament are laid the Deams of thine airy chambers? 

Or art thou that small cavern, (^) the centre of the rolling brain, 

Where still one sandy morsel testifieth man's original ? 

Or hast thou some grand globe, some common hall of intellect, 

Some spacious market-place for thought, where all do bring their wares. 

And gladly rescued from the littleness, the narrow closet of a self. 

The privileged soul hath large access, coming in the livery of learning? 

Live we as isolated worlds, perfect in substance and spirit. 

Each a sphere, with a special mind, prisoned in its shell of matter ? 

Or rather, as converging radiations, parts of one majestic whole, 

Beams of the Sun, streams from the River, branches of the mighty Tree, 

Some bearing fruit, some bearing leaves, and som.e diseased and barren, — 

Some for the feast, some for the floor, and some, — how many, — for the 

fire? 
Memory may be but a power of coming to the treasury of Fact, 
A momentary self-desertion, an absence in spirit from the now. 
An actual coursing hither and thither, by the mind, slipped from its leash^ 
A life, as in the mystery of dreams, spent within the limits of a moment. 

A brutish man knoweth not this, neither can a fool comprehend it. 
But there be secrets of the memory, deep, wondrous, and fearful. 
Were I at Petra, could I not declare, My soul hath been here before me .-' 
Am I strange to the columned halls, the calm dead grandeur of Palmyra? 
KnoTT 1 not thy mount, Carmel ! Have I not voyaged on the Danube? 
Nor seen the glare of Arctic snows, — nor the black tents of the Tartar? 



SERIES I.] OF MEMORY. 31 

Is it then a dream, that I remember the faces of them of old, 

While wandering in the grove with Plato, and listening to Zeno in the 

porch ? 
Paul have I seen, and Pythagoras, and the Stagyrite hath spoken me 

friendly, 
And His meek eye looked also upon me, standing with Peter in the palace. 
Athens and Rome, Persepolis and Sparta, am I not a freeman of you all ? 
And chiefly can my yearning heart forget thee, Jerusalem ? 
For the strong magic of conception, mingled with the fumes of memory, 
Giveth me a life in all past time, yea, and addeth substance to the future. 
Be ye my judges, imaginative minds, full-fledged to soar into the sun. 
Whose grosser natural thoughts the chemistry of wisdom hath sublimed. 
Have ye not confessed to a feeling, a consciousness, strange and vague. 
That ye have gone this way before, and walk again your daily life, 
Tracking an old routine, and on some foreign strand. 
Where bodily ye have never stood, finding your own footsteps ? 
Hath not at times some recent friend looked out an old familiar. 
Some newest circumstance or place teemed as with ancient memories r 
A startling sudden flash lighteth up all for an instant. 
And then it is quenched, as in darkness, and leaveth the cold spirit tremb- 
ling. 

Memory is not wisdom ; idiots can rote volumes : 

Yet, what is wisdom without memory ? a babe that is strangled in its birth, 

The path of the swallow in the air, the path of the dolphin in the waters, 

A cask running out, a bottomless chasm : such is wisdom without memory. 

There be many wise, who cannot store their knowledge ; 

Yet from themselves are they satisfied, for the fountain is within : 

There be many w^ho store, but have no wisdom of their own. 

Lumbering their armoury with weapons their muscles cannot lilt : 

There be many thieves and robbers, who glean and store unlawfully. 

Calling in to memory's help some cunningly devised Cabala : 

But to feed the mind with fatness, to fill thy granary with corn. 

Nor clog with chaff and straw the threshing-floor of reason, 

Reap the ideas, and house them well ; but leave the words high stubble 

Strive to store up what was thought, despising what was said. 

For the mind is a spirit, and drinketh in ideas, as flame melteth into flame; 



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?^ PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series I 

But for words, it must pack them as on floors, cumbrous and perishable 

merchandize. 
To be pained for a minute, to fear for an hour, to hope for a week— -how 

long and weary ! 
But to rememb'er fourscore years, is to look back upon a day. 
An avenue seemeth to lengthen in the eyes of the wayfaring man, 
But let him turn, those stationed elms crowd up within a yard ; 
Pace the lamp-lit streets of soma sleeping city, 

The multitude of cressets shall seem one, in the false picture of per- 
spective ; 
Even so, in sweet treachery, dealeth the aged with himself, 
He gazeth on the green hill-tops, while the marshes beneath are hidden, 
And the partial telescope of memory pierceth the blank between, 
To look with lingering love at the fair star of childhood. 
I dfe is as the current spark on the miner's wheel of flints : 
Whiles it spinneth there is light ; stop it, all is darkness : 
Life is as a morsel of frankincense burning in the hall of Eternity ; 
It is gone, but its odorous cloud curleth to the lofty roof! 
Life is as a lump of salt, melting in the temple-laver ; 
It is gone, — yet its savour reacheth to the farthest atom; 
Even so, for evil or for good, is life the criterion of a man, 
For its memories of sanctity or sin pervade all the firmament of being 
There is but the flitting moment, wherein to hope or to enjoy. 
But in the calendar of memory, that moment is all time. 



THE DREAM OF AMBITION. 



I LEFT the happy fields that smile around the village of Content, 

And sought wiih wayward feet the torrid desert of Ambition. 

Long time, parched and weary, I travelled that burning sand, 

And the hooded basilisk and adder were strewed in my way for palms ; 

Black scorpions thronged me round, with sharp uplifted stings. 

Seeming to mock me as I ran ; (then I guessed it was a dream, — 

But life is oft so like a dream, we know not where we are.) 

So I toiled on, doubting in myself, up a steep gravel cliff, 

Whose yellow summit shot up far into the brazen sky; 

And quickly, I was wafted to the top, as upon unseen wings, 

Carrying me upward like a leaf : (then I tliought it was a dream, — 

Yet life is oft so like a dream, we know not where w^e ate.jr 

So I stood on the mountain, and behold ! before me a giant pyramia, 

And I clomb with eager haste its high and difficult steps; 

For, I longed, like another Belus, to mount up, yea to heaven, 

Not sought I rest until my feet had spurned the crest of earth. 

Then 1 sat on my granite throne under the burning sun. 

And the world lay smiling beneath me, but I was wrapt in flames ; 

(And I hoped, in glimmering consciousness, that all this torture was a 

dream, — 
Yet life is oft so like a dream, w^e know not where we are.) 
And anon, as I sat scorching, the pyramid shuddered to its root. 
And I felt the quarried mass leap from its sand foundations: 
Awhile it tottered and tilted, as raised by invisible levers, — 
(And now my reason spake with me ; I knew it was a dream ; 
Yet I hushed that whisper into silence, for I hoped to learn of wisdom. 



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By tracking up my truant thoughts, where unto they might lead.) 
And suddenly, as rolling upon wheels, adown the clif! it rushed, 
And I thought, in my hot brain, of the Muscovites' icy slope; 
A thousand yards in a moment we ploughed the sandy seas, 
And crushed those happy fields, and that smiling village, 
And onward, as a living thing, still rushed my mighty throne. 
Thundering along, and pounding, as it went, the millions in my way; 
Before me all was life, and joy, and full-blown summer, 
Behind me death and woe, the desert and simoom. 
Then I wept and shrieked aloud, for pity and for fear; 
But might not stop, for, comet-like, flew on the maddened mass 
Over the crashing cities, and falling obelisks and towers. 
And columns, razed as by a scythe, and high domes, shivered as an egg- 
shell. 
And deep embattled ranks, and women, crowded in the streets. 
And children, kneeling as for mercy, and all I had ever loved, 
Yea, over all, mine awful throne rushed on with seeming instinct, 
And over the crackling forests, and over the rugged beach. 
And on with a terrible hiss through the foaming wild Atlantic 
That roared around me as I sat, but could not quench my spirit, — 
Still on, through startled solitudes we shattered the pavement of the sea, 
Down, down, to that central vault, the bolted doors of hell. 
And these, with horrid shock, my huge throne battered in. 
And on to the deepest deep, where the fierce flames were hottest, 
Blazing tenfold as conquering furiously the seas that rushed in with me, — ■ 
And there I stopped : and a fearful voice shouted in mine ear, 
"Behold the home of Discontent; behold the rest of Ambition.'" 



OF SUBJECTIOxN. 



Law hath dominion over all things, over universal mind and matter ; 
For there are reciprocities of right, which no creature can gainsay. 
Unto each there was added by its Maker, in the perfect chain of being, 
Dependencies and sustentations, accidents, and qualities, and powers: 
And each must ^y forward in the curve, unto which it was forced from 

the beginning; 
Each must attract and repel, or the monarchy of Order is no more. 
Laws are essential emanations from the self-poised character of God, 
And they radiate from that sun, to the circling edges of creation. 
Verily, the mighty Lawgiver hath subjected Himself unto laws, 
And God is the primal grand example of free unstrained obedience : 
His perfection is limited by right, and cannot trespass into wrong. 
Because He hath stablished Himself as the fountain of only good, 
And in thus much is bounded, that the evil hath he left unto another, 
And that dark other hath usurped the evil which Omnipotence laid down. 
Unto God there exist impossibilities ; for the True One cannot lie. 
Nor the Wise One wander from the track which he hath determined for 

himself: 
For his will was purposed from eternity, strong in the love of order; 
And that will altereth not, as the law of the ]>,Iedes and Persians. 
God is the origin of order, and the first exemplar of his precept ; 
For there is subordination of his Essence, self-guided unto holiness; 
And there is subordination of his Persons, in due procession of dignity; 
For the Son, as a son, is subject; and to him doth the Spirit minister; 
But these things be mysteries to man, he cannot reach nor fathom them. 
And ever must he speak in paradox, when labouring to expound his God 

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36 PR0Vfc:Ri31AL PlilLOSOPHY. 



For, beholil, God is Alone, mighty in unshackled freedom; 
And with thos3 wondrous Persons abidcth eternal equality. 

So then, start ye from the fountain, and follow the river of existence, 
For its currjnt is bounded throughout by the banks of just subordination : 
Thrones, and dominions, and powers, Archangels, Cherubim, and Seraphim, 
Angels, and flaming ministers, and breathing chariots and harps. 
For there are degrees in heaven, and varied capabilities of bliss. 
And steps in the ladder of Intelligence, and ranks in approaches to Per- 
fection: 
Doubtless, reverence is given, as their due, to the masters in wisdom ; 
Doubtless, there ai'e who serve ; or a throne would have small glory. 
Regard now the universe of matter, the substance of visible creation, 
Which of old, v/ith well-observing truth, the Greek hath surnamed 

Ordkr: C) 
Where is there an atom out of place ? or a particle that yieldeth not obe- 
dience ? 
Where is there a fragment that is free .? or one thing the equal ol another? 
The chain is unbroken down to man, and be3^ond him the links are perfect : 
But he standeth solitary sin, a marvel of permitted chaos. 

And shall this seeming error in the scale of due subordination 

Be a spot of des3rt unreclaimed, in the midst of the vineyard of the Lord r 

Shall his presumptuous pride snap the safe tether of connexion, 

And his blind selfish folly refuse the burden of maintenance ? 

man, thou art a creature ; boast not thyself above the law : 

Tiiink not of thyself as free : thou art bound in the trammels of dependence. 

"What is the sum of thy duty, but obedience to righteous rule. 

To the great commanJing oracle, uttered by delegated organs ^ 

Thou canst not ren ler homage to abstract Omnipresent power. 

Save through the concrete symbol of visible ordained authority. 

Those who obey not man, are oftenest found rebels against God ; 

And seldona is the delegate so bold, as to order what he knoweth to be 

wrong. 
Yet mark me, proud gainsayer ! I say not, obey unto sin ; 
But, where the Princip.il is silent, take heed that thou despise not the 

Deputy : 



SERIES I.] OF SUBJECTION. 37 

And he that loveth order will bless thee for thy faith. 

If thou recognise his sanction in the powers that fashion human laws. 

Thou, the vicegerent of the Lord, his high anointed image. 
Toward whom a good man's loyalty floweth from the hearts of his religion, 
Thou, whose deep responsibilities are fathomed by a nation's prayers, 
Whom wise men fear for while they live, and envy thee nothing but thy 

virtues, 
From thy dizzy pinnacle of greatness^ remember thou also art a subject, 
And the throne of thine earthly glory is itself but the footstool of thy God. 
The homage thy kingdoms yield thee, regard thou as yielded unto Him ; 
And while girt with all the majest}^ of state, consider thee the Lord's chief 

servant ; 
So shalt thou prosper, and be strong, grafted on the strength of another; 
So shall thy virgin heart be happy, in being humble. 
And thou shalt flourish as an oak, the monarch of thine island forests, 
Whose deep-dug roots are twisted around the stout ribs of the globe, 
That mocketh at the fury of the storm, and rejoiceth in summer sunshine, 
Glad in the smiles of heaven, and great in the stability of earth. 

A ruler hath not power for himself, neither is his pomp for his pride; 

But beneath the ermine of his office should he wear the rough hair-cloth 
of humility. 

Nevertheless, every way obey him, so thou break not a higher command- 
ment ; 

For Nero was an evil king, yet Paul prescribeth subjection. 

If the rulers of a nation be holy, the Lord hath blessed that nation ; 

If they be lewd and impious, chastisement hath come upon that people: 

For the bitterest scourge of a land is ungodliness in them that govern it. 

And the guilt of the sons of Josiah drove Israel weeping into Babylon. 

Yet be thou resolute against them, if they change the mandates of thy God, 

If they touch the ark of his covenant, v/herein all his mercies are enshrined; 

Be resolute, but not rebellious; lest thou be of the company of Korah: 

Set thy face against them as a flint : but be not numbered with Abiram. 

Daniel nobly disobeyed; but not from a spirit of sedition; 

And Azarias shouted from the furnace, — I will not bow down, king. 

If truth must be sacririced to unity, then faithfulness were folly; 



38 PJIOVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series i 

it man must be obeyed before God, the martyrs have bled in vain : 

Vet none of that blessed army reviled the rulers of the land, 

They were loud and bold against the sin, but bent before the ensign ol 

authority. 
Honesty, scorning compromise, walketh most suitably with Reverence : 
Otherwise righteous daring may show but as obstinate rebellion : 
Therefore, suffer not thy censure to lack the savour of courtesy, 
And remember the mortal sinneth, but the staff of his power is from God. 

]Max, thou hast a social spirit, and art deeply mdebted to thy kind : 
Therefore claim not all thy rights ; but yield, for thme own advantage. 
Society is a chain of obligations, and its links must support each other : 
The branch cannot but wither, that is cut from the parent vine 
Wouldst thou be a dweller m the woods, and cast away the cords that bmd 

thee. 
Seeking, in thy bitterness or pride, to be exiled from thy fellows } 
Behold, the beasts shall hunt thee, weak, naked, houseless outcast, 
Disease and Death shall track thee out, as bloodhounds, in the w^ilderness: 
Better to be vilest of the vile, in the hated company of men, 
Than to live a solitary wretch, dreading and wanting all things; 
Better to be chained to thy labour, in the dusky thoroughfares of life, 
Than to reign monarch of Sloth, in lonesome savage freedom. 

Whence then cometh the doctrine, that all should be equal and free.^" — 
It is tlie lie that crow^ded hell, when Seraphs flung aw^ay subjection. 
No man is his neighbour's equal, for no two minds are similar. 
And accidents, alike with qualities, have every shade but sameness: 
The lightest atom of difference shall destroy the nice balance of equahty. 
And all things, from without and from within, make one man to differ from 

another. 
We are equal and free ! was the watchword that spirited the legions of 

Satan, 
We an; equal and free ! is the double lie that entrappeth to him conscripts 

from earth: 
The messengers of that dark despot will pander to thy license and thy pride, 
And draw thee from the crowd where thou art safe, to seize thee in the 

solitary desert. 



SERIES I.J OF SUBJECTION. 



Woe unto him whose heart the syren song of Liberty hath charmed ; 
Woe unto him whose mind is bewitched by her treacherous beauty; 
In mad zeal flingeth he away the fetters of duty and restraint, 
And yieldeth up the holocaust of self to that fair idol of the damned. 
No man hath freedom in aught save in that from which the wicked would 

be hindered, 
He is free toward God and good ; but to all else a bondman. 

Thou art in a middle sphere, to render and receive honour. 
If thy king commandeth, obey; and stand not in the way with rebels: 
But if need be, lay thy hand upon thy sword, and fear not to smite a traitor, 
For the universe acquitteth thee with honour, fighting in defence of thy 

king. 
If a thief break thy dwelling, and thou take him, it were sin in thee to let 

him go ; 
Yea, though he pleadeth to thy mercy, thou canst not spare him and be 

blameless: 
For his guilt is not only against thee, it is not thy moneys or thy merchandize. 
But he hath done damage to the law, which duty constraineth thee to 

sanction. 
Feast not thine appetite of vengeance, remembering thou also art a man, 
But weep for the sad compulsion, in which the chain of Providence hath 

bound thee : 
Mercy is not thine to give ; wilt thou steal another's privilege ? 
Or send abroad among thy neighbours, a felon whom impunity hath hardened ? 
Remember the Roman father, strong in his stern integrity. 
And let not thy slothful self-indulgence make thee a conniver at the crime 
Also, if the knife of the murderer be raised against thee or thine. 
And through good Providence and courage, thou slay him that would have 

slain thee. 
Thou losest not a tittle of thy rectitude, having executed sudden justice ; 
Still mayst thou walk among the blessed, though thy hands be red with 

blood. 
For thyself, thou art neither worse nor better ; but thy fellows should count 

thee their creditor : 
Thou hast manfully protected the right, and the rig lit is stronger for thy 

deed. 



40 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series i. 

Also, in the rescuing of innocence, fear not to smite the ravisher; 
What though he die at thy hand ? for a good name is better than the life ; 
And if Phineas had everlasting praise in the matter of Salu's son, 
With how much greater honour standeth such a rescuer acquitted ^ 
Uphold the laws of thy country, and fear not to fight in their defence; 
Bat first be convinced in thy mind: for herein the doubter sinneth. 
Above all things look thou well around, if indeed stern duty forceth thee 
To draw the sword of justice, and stain it with the slaughter of thy fellows. 

She that lieth in thy bosom, the tender wife of thy affections, 

Must obey thee, and be subject, that evil drop not on thy dwelling. 

The child that is used to constraint, feareth not more than he loveth; 

But give thy son his way, he will hate thee and scorn thee together. 

The master of a well-ordered home, knoweth to be kind to his servants; 

Yet he exacteth reverence, and each one feareth at his post. 

There is nothing on earth so lowly, but duty giveth it importance ; 

No station so degrading, but it is ennobled by obedience: 

Yea, break stones upon the highway, acknowledging the Lord in thy lot, 

Happy shalt thou be, and honourable, more than many children of the 

mighty. 
Thou that despiseth the outward forms, beware thou lose not the inward 

spirit ; 
For they are as words unto ideas, as symbols to things unseen. 
Keep then the form that is good : retain, and do reverence to example ; 
And in all things observe subordination, for that is the whole duty of man. 

A horse knoweth his rider, be he confident or timid. 

And the fierce spirit of Bucephalus stoopeth unto none but Alexander; 

The tigress roused in the jungle by the prying spaniels of the fowler. 

Will quail at the eye of man, so he assert his dignity; 

Nay, the very ships, those giant swans breasting the mighty waters. 

Roll in the trough, or break the wave, to the pilot's fear or courage: 

How much more sha!l man, discerning the Fountain of authority, 

Bow to superior commands, and make his own obeyed. 

And yet, in travelling the world, hast thou not often known 

A gallant host led on to ruin by a feeble Xerxes? 

Hast thou not often seen the v/anton luxur}^ of indolence 



SERIES I.J OF SUBJECTION. 41 

SiiLying with its sleepy mist the tarnished crown of headship ? 

Alas ! for a thousand fathers, whose indulgent sloth 

Hath emptied the vial of confusion over a thousand homes: 

Alas ! lor the palaces and hovels, that might have been nurseries for heaven, 

By hot intestine broils blighted into schools for hell : 

None knoweth his place, yet all refuse to serve, 

None weareth the crown, yet all usurp the sceptre: 

And perchance some fiercer spirit, of natural nobility of mind, 

That needed but the kindness of constraint to have grown up great and good. 

Now, — tlie rich harvest of his heart choked by unweeded tares, — 

All bold to dare and do, unchecked by wholesome fear, 

A scoffer about bigotry and priestcraft, a rebel against government and God, 

And standard-bearer of the turbulent, leading on the sons of Belial, 

Such an one is king of that small state, head tyrant of the thirt}^ 

Brandishing the torch of discord in his village-home : 

And the timid Eli of the house, yon humble parish-priest, 

Liveth in shame and sorrow, fearing his own handy- work; 

The mother, heartstncken years agone, hath dropped into an early grave ; 

The silent sisters long to leave a home they cannot love ; 

The brothers, casting off restraint, follow their wayward wills ; 

And the chance ^uest, early departing, blesseth his kind stars, 

That on his humbler home hath brooded no domestic curse. 

Yet is that curse the fruit ; wouldest thou the root of the evil ? 

A kindness — most unkind, that hath always spared the rod ; 

A weak and numbing indecision in the mind that should be master; 

A foolish love, pregnant of hate, that never frowned on sin ; 

A moral cowardice of heart, that never dared command. 

A kingdom is a nest of families, and a family a small kingdom ; 
And the government of whole or part difiereth in nothing but extent. 
The house, where the master ruleth, is strong in united subjection. 
And the only commandment with promise, being honoured, is a blessing to 

that house : 
But and if he yieldeth up the reins, it is weak in discordant anarchy, 
And the bonds of love aitd union melt aw^ay, as ropes of sand. 
The realm, that is ruled with vigour, lacketh neither peace nor glory, 
Tt. dreadeth not foes from without, nor the sons of riot from within: 



42 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series i. 

But the meanness of temporizing fear robbeth a kingdom of its honour. 

And the weakness of indulgent sloth ravageth its bowels with discord. 

The best of human governments is the patriarchal rule ; 

The authorized supremacy of one, the prescriptive subjection of many: 

Therefore, the children of the East have thriven from age to age. 

Obeying, ev^en as a god, the royal father of Cathay: 

Theretbre, to this our day, the Rechabite wanteth not a man, (^^) 

But they stand before the Lord, forsaking not the mandate of their sire. 

Therefore shall Magog among the nations arise from his northern lair, 

And rend, in the fury of his power, the insurgent world beneath him: 

For the thunderbolt of concentrated strength can be hurled by the will of 

one. 
While the dissipated forces of many are harmless as summer lightning. 



OF REST. (») 



In the silent watches of the night, calm night that breedeth thoughts, (^^ 

When the task-weary mind disportelh in the careless play-hours of sleep, 

I dreamed ; and behold, a valley, green and sunny and well wateied. 

And thousands moving across it, thousands and tens of thousands: 

And though many seemed faint and toil-worn, and stumbled often, and fell, 

Yet moved they on unresting, as the ever-flowing cataract. 

Then I noted adders in the grass, and pitfalls under the flowers, 

And chasms yawned among the hills, and the ground was cracked and 

slippery : 
But Hope and her brother Fear suffered not a foot to linger; 
Bright phantoms of false joys beckoned alluringly forward. 
While yelling grisly shapes of dread came hunting on behind : 
And ceaselessly, like Lapland swarms, that miserable crowd sped along 
To the mist-involved banks of a dark and sullen river. 
There saw I, midway in the water, standing a giant flsher, 
And he held many lines in his hand, and they called him Iron Destiny. 
So I tracked those subtle chains, and each held one among the multitude . 
Then I understood what hindered, that they rested not in their path : 
For the fisher had sport in his fishing, and drew in his lines continually, 
And the new-born babe, and the aged man, were dragged into that, dark 

river : 
And he pulled all those myriads along, and none might rest by the way. 
Till many, for sheer weariness, were eager to plunge into the drowning 

stream. 

So I knew that valley was Life, and it sloped to the waters of Death. 
But far on the thithei side spread out a calm and silent shore. 



44 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. fsEHiES i. 

Where all was tranquil as a sleep, and the crowded strand was quiet: 
And I saw there many I had known, but their eyes glared chillingly upon 

me. 
As set in deepest slumber; and they pressed their fingers to their lips. 
Then I knew that shore was the dwelling of Rest, where spirits held their 

Sabbath, 
And it seemed they would have told me much, but they might not break 

that silence ; 
For the law of their being was mystery : they glided on, hushing as they 

went. 
Yet further, under the sun, at the roots of purple mountains, 
I noted a blaze of glory, as the night-fires on northern skies; 
And I heard the hum of joy, as it were a sea of melody; 
And far as the eye could reach, were millions of happy creatures 
Basking in the golden light; and I knew that land was Heaven. 
Then the hill whereon I stood split asunder, and a crater yawned at my 

feet. 
Black and deep and dreadful, fenced round with ragged rocks; 
Dimly was the darkness lit up by spires of distant flame : 
And I saw below a movmg mass of life, like reptiles bred in corruption. 
Where all was terrible unrest, shrieks and groans and thunder. 

So I woke, and I thought upon my dream ; for it seemed of wisdom's 

ministration. 
What man is he that findeth rest, though he hunt for it year after year? 
As a child he had not yet been wearied, and cared not then to court it ; 
As a youth he loved not to be quiet, for excitement spurred him into strife ; 
As a man he tracketh rest in vain, toiling painfully to catch it. 
But still is he pulled from the pursuit, by the strong compulsion of his fate- 
So he hopeth to have peace in old age, as he cannot rest in manhood. 
But troubles thicken with his years, till Death hath dodged him to the 

grave. 
There remaineth a rest for the spirit on the shadowy side of life 
But unto this world's pilgrim no rest for the sole of his foot. 
Ever, from stage to stage, he travellcth wearily forward. 
And though he pluck flowers by tlie way, he may not sleep among the 

flowers. 



SERIES I.} OF REST, 45 

Mind is the perpetual motion ; for it is a running stream 

From an unfathomable source, the depth of the divine Intelligence : 

And though it be stopped in its flowing, yet hath it a current within, 

The surface may sleep unrufHed, but underneath are whirlpools of contention. 

Seekest thou rest, mortal ? — seek it no more on earth. 

For destiny will not cea-se from dragging thee through the rough wilderness 

of life; 
Seekest thou rest, immortal ? — hope not to find it in Heaven, 
For sloth yieldeth not happiness : the bliss of a spirit is action. 
Rest dwelleth only on an island in the midst of the ocean of existence. 
Where the w^orld-weary soul for a while may fold its tired wings. 
Until, after short sufficient slumber, it is quickened unto deathless energy, 
A.nd speedeth in eagle-flight to the Sun of unapproachable perfection. 



OF HUMILITY. 



Vice is grown aweary of her gawds, and donneth russet garments, 

Loving for change to walk as a nun, beneath a modest veil.: 

For Pride hath noted how all admire the fairness of Humility, 

And to clutch the praise he coveteth, is content to be drest in hair-cloth ; 

And wily Lust tempteth the young heart, that is proof against the bravery 

of harlots. 
With timid tears and retiring looks of an artless seeming maid ; 
And indolent Apathy, sleepily ashamed of his dull lack-lustre face, 
Is glad of the livery of meekness, that charitable cloak and cowl ; 
And Hatred hidcth his demon frown beneath a gentle mask; 
And Slander, snake-like, creepeth in the dust, thinking to escape recrim- 
ination. 
But the world hath gained somewhat from its years, and is quick to Dene- 

trate disguises, 
Neither in all these is it easily deceived, but rightly divideth the true fron? 
the false. 

Yet there is a meanness of spirit that is fair in the eyes of most men. 
Yea, and seemeth fair unto itself, loving to be thought Humility. 
Its choler is not roused by insolence, neither do injuries disturb it: 
Honest indignation is strange unto its breast, and just reproof unto its lip. 
It shrinketh, looking fearfully on men, fawning at the feet of the great; 
The breath of calumny is sweet unto its ear, and it courteth the rod of 

persecution. 
But what! art thou not a man, deputed chief of the creation .' 
Art thou not a soldier of the right, militant for God and good .' 



BERiEs i.*j OF HUMILITY. 47 

Shall virtue and truth be degraded, because thou art too base to uphold 

them ? 
Or Goliath be bolder in blaspheming for want of a David in the camp ? 
I say not, avenge injuries; for the ministry of vengeance is not thine; 
But wherefore rebuke not a liar? wherefore do dishonour to thyself? 
Wherefore let the evil triumph, when the just and the right are on thy side ? 
Such Humility is abject, it lacketh the life of sensibility. 
And that resignation is but mock, where the burden is not felt : 
Suspect thyself and thy meekness: thou art mean and inditferent to sin ; 
And the heart that should grieve and forgive, is case-hardened and forgetteth. 

Humility mainly becometh the converse of man with his Maker, 
But oftentimes it seemeth out of place in the intercourse of man with man : 
Yea, it is the cringer to his equal, that is chiefly seen bold to his God, 
While a martyr, whom a world cannot browbeat, is humble as a child 

before Him. 
Render unto all men their due, but remember thou also art a man, 
And cheat not thyself of the reverence which is owing to thy reasonable 

being. 
Be courteous, and listen, and learn: but teach and answer if thou canst: 
Serve thee of thy neighbour's wisdom, but be not enslaved as to a master 
Where thou perceivest knowledge, bend the ear of attention and respect ; 
But yield not further to the teaching, than as thy mind is warranted by 

reasons. 
Better is an obstinate disputant, that yieldeth inch by inch, 
Than the shallow traitor to himself, who surrendereth to half an argument. 

Modesty winneth good report, but scorn cometh close upon servility, 
Therefore use meekness with discretion, casting not pearls before swine 
For a fool will tread upon thy neck, if he seeth thee lying in the dust; 
And there be companies and seasons where resolute bearing is but duty, 
ff a good man discloseth his secret failings unto the view of the profane, 
VVhat doeth he but harm unto his brother, confirming him in his sin : 
There is a concealment that is right, and an open-mouthed humUity thai 

erreth ; 
There is a candournear akin to folly, and a meekness looking like shame. 



48 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series r 

Masculine sentiments, vigorously holden, well become a man; 

But a weak mind hath a timorous grasp, and mistaketh it for tendernesa 

of conscience. 
Many are despised for their folly, who put it to the account of their religion. 
And because men treat them with contempt, they look to their God for 

glory : 
But contempt shall still be their reward, who betrayed their Master unto 

ridicule, 
Reflecting on Him in themselves, meanness and ignorance and cowardice. 
A Christian hath a royal spirit, and need not be ashamed but unto One. 
Among just men walketh he softly, but the world should see him as si 

champion. 
His humbleness is far unlike the shame that covereth the profligate and 

weak. 
When the sober reproof of virtue hath touched their tingling ears; 
It is born of love and wisdom, and is worthy of all honour, 
And the sweet persuasion of its smile changeth contempt into reverence. 

A. man of a haughty spirit is daily adding to his enemies: 

He standeth as the Arab in the desert, and the hands of all men are against 

him: 
A man of a base mind daily subtracteth from his friends, 
For he holdeth himself so cheaply, that others learn to despise him . 
But where the meekness of self-knowledge veileth the front of self-respect, 
There look thou for the man, whom none can know but they will honour. 
Humility is the softening shadow before the stature of Excellence, 
And lieth lowly on the ground, beloved and lovely as the violet: 
Humility is the fair-haired maid, that calleth Worth her brother, 
The gentle silent nurse, that fostereih infant virtues : 
Humility bringeth no excuse; she is welcome to God and man : 
rior countenance is needful unto all, who would prosper in either world; 
And the mild light of her sweet face is mirrored in the eyes of her com 

|,anions, 
And straii^htway stand they acrcpted, children of penitence and love. 
As when the blind man is nigh unto a rose, its sweetness is the herald cf 

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SERIES I.] OF HUMILITY. 49 

So when thou savourest humility, be sure thou art nigh unto merit. 
A gift rejoiceth the covetous, and praise fatteneth the vain, 
And the pride of man delighteth in the humble bearing of his fellow ; 
But to the tender benevolence of the unthanked Almoner of good. 
Humility is queen among the graces, for she giveth Him occasion to 
bestow. 



OF PRIDE. 

Deep is the sea, and deep is hell, but Pride mineth deeper; 

It is coiled as a poisonous worm about the foundations of the soul. 

If thou expose it in thy motives, and track it in thy springs of thought, 

Complacent in its own detection, it will seem indignant virtue; 

Smoothly will it gratulate thy skill, subtle anatomist of self, 

And spurn at its very being, while it nestleth the deeper in thy bosom. 

Pride is a double traitor, and betrayeth itself to entrap thee. 

Making thee vain of thy self-knowledge ; proud of thy discoveries of pride 

Fruitlessly thou strainest for humility, by darkly diving into self : 

Rather look away from innate evil, and gaze upon extraneous good : 

For in sounding the deep things of the heart, thou shalt learn to be vain 

of its capacities. 
But in viewing the heights above thee, thou shalt be taught thy littleness: 
Could an emmet pry into itself, it might marvel at its own anatomy, 
But let i look on eagles, to discern how mean a thing it is. 
And all things hang upon comparison ; to the greater, great is small : 
Neither is there any thing so vile, but somewhat yet is viler : 
On all sides is there an infinity : the culprit at the gallows hath his worse, 
And the virgin martyr at the stake need not look far for a better. 
Therefore see thou that thine aim reacheth unto higher than thyself: 
Beware that the standard of thy soul wave from the loftiest battlement: 
For pride is a pestilent meteor, flitting on the marshes of corruption, 
That will lure thee forward to thy death, if thou seek to track it to its 

source : 
Pride is a gloomy bow, arching the ii^fernal firmament. 
That will lead thee on, if thou wilt hunt it, even to the dwelling of despair 
Deep calleth unto deep, and mountain overtoppeth mountain, 

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SERIES I.] OF PRIDE. 6 : 



And still shalt thou fathom to no end the depth and the height of pride • 
For it is the vast ambition of the soul, warped to an idol object, 
And nothing but a Deity in Self can quench its insatiable thirst. 

Be aware of the smiling enemy, that openly sheatheth his weapon, 
But mingleth poison in secret with the sacred salt of hospitality : 
For pride will lie dormant in thy heart, to snatch its secret opportunity, 
Watching, as a lion-ant, in the bottom of its toils. 

Stay not to parley with thy foe, for his tongue is more potent than his arm, 
But be wiser, fighting against pride in the simple panoply of prayer. 
As one also of the poets hath said, let not the Proteus escape thee; ('^) 
For he will blaze forth as fire, and quench himself in likeness of water ; 
He will fright thee as a roaring beast, or charm thee as a subtle reptile. 
Mark, amid all his transformations, the complicate deceitfulness of pride. 
And the more he striveth to elude thee, bind him the closer in thy toils. 
Prayer is the net that snareth him ; prayer is the fetter that holdeth him ; 
Thou canst not nourish pride, while waiting as an almsman on thy God, — 
Waiting in sincerity and trust, or pride shall meet thee even there ; 
Yea, from the palaces of Heaven, hath pride cast down his millions. 
Root up the mandrake from thy heart, though it cost thee blood and groans, 
Or the cherished garden of thy graces will fade and perish utterly. 



OF EXPERIENCE. 



I KNEW that age was enriched with the hard-earned wages of knowledge, 
And I saw that hoary wisdom was bred in the school of disappointment : 
I noted that the wisest of youth, though provident and cautious of evil, 
Yet sailed along unsteadily, as lacking some ballast of the mind : 
And the cause seemed to lie in this, that while they considered around them. 
And warded off all dangers from without, they forgat their own weakness 

within. 
So steer they in self-confidence, until, from the multitude of perils. 
They begin to be wary of themselves, and learn the first lesson of 

Experience. 
I knew that in the morning of life, before its wearisome journey. 
The youthful soul doth expand, in the simple luxury of being; 
It hath not contracted its wishes, nor set a limit to its hopes; 
The wing of fancy is unclipt, and sin hath not seared its feelings : 
Each feature is stamped with immortality, for all its desires are infinite. 
And it seeketh an ocean of happiness, to fill the deep hollow within. 
But the old and the grave look on, pitying that generous youth, 
For they also have tasted long ago the bitterness of hope destroyed : 
They pity him, and are sad, remembering the days that are past. 
But they know he must taste for himself, or he will not give ear to their 

wisdom. 
For Experipuce hath another lesson, which a man will do well if he learn, 
By checking the flight of expectation, to cheat disappointment of its pain. 

Experience teacheth many things, and all men are his scholars : 
Yet is he a strange tutor, unteaching that which he hath taughu 

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SERIES I.] OF EXPERIENCE. 63 

Youth is confident, manhood wary, and old age confident again : 

Youth is kind, manhood cold, and age returneth unto kindness. 

For youth suspecteth nought, till manhood, bitterly learned, 

Mistrusteth all, overleaping the mark ; and age correcteth his excess. 

Suspicion is the scaffold unto faith, a temporary needful eyesore, 

By which the strong man's dwelling is slowly builded up behind ; 

But soon as the top-stone hath been set to the well-proved goodly pyramid, 

The scaffold is torn down, and well-timed trust taketh its long leave of 

suspicion. 
A thousand volumes in a thousand tongues, enshrine the lessons of 

Experience, 
Yet a man shall read them all, and go forth none the wiser : 
For self-love lendeth him a glass, to colour all he conneth. 
Lest in the features of another he find his own complexion. 
And we secretly judge of ourselves, as differing greatly from all men. 
And love to challenge causes to show how we can master their effects : 
Pride is pampered in expecting that we need not fear a common fate. 
Or wrong-headed prejudice exulteth, in combating old experience ; 
Or perchance caprice and discontent are the spurs that goad us into danger. 
Careless, and half in hope to find there an enemy to joust with 
Private experience is an unsafe teacher, for we rarely learn both sides, 
And from the gilt surface reckon not on steel beneath : 
The torrid sons of Guinea think scorn of icy seas. 
And the frostbitten Greenlander disbelieveth suns too hot. 
But thou, student of Wisdom, feed on the marrow of the matter ; 
If thou wilt suspect, let it be thyself; if thou wilt expect, let it not be 

gladness. 



OF ESTIMATING CHARACTER. 



Rashly, nor ofttimes truly, doth man pass judgment on his brother ; 

For he seeth not the springs of the heart, nor heareth the reasons of the 

mind. 
And the world is not wiser than of old, when justice was meted by the 

sword. 
When the spear avenged the wrong, and the lot decided the right, 
When the footsteps of blindfold innocence were tracked by burning 

ploughshares, 
And the still condemning water delivered up the wizard to the stake: 
For we wait, like the sage of Salamis, to see what the end will be, (i^) 
Fixing the right or the wrong, by the issues of failure or success. 
Judge not of things by their events ; neither of character by providence ; 
And count not a man more evil, because he is more unfortunate ; 
For the blessings of a better covenant lie not in the sunshine of prosperity, 
But pain and chastisement the rather show the wise Father's love. 

Behold that daughter of the world ; she is full of gaiety and gladness ; 
The diadem of rank is on her brow, uncounted weahh is in her coffers: 
She tricketh out her beauty like Jezebel, and is welcome in the courts ot 

kings; 
She is queen of the fools of fashion, and ruleth the revels of luxury. 
And though she sitteth not as Tamar, nor standeth in the ways as Rahab, 
Yet in the secret of her chamber, she shrinketh not from dalliance and 

guilt. 
She careth not if there be a God, or a soul, or a time of retribution, 
Pleasure is the idol of her heart : she thirsteth for no purer heaven. 

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SJERIES I.] OF ESTIMATING CHARAu rER. 55 

And she laugheth with light good humour, and all men praise her gen- 
tleness ; 

They are glad in her lovely smile, and the river of her bounty filleth 
them. 

So she prospered in the world : the worship and desire of thousands ; 

And she died even as she had lived, careless and courteous and liberal. 

The grave swallowed up her pomp, the marble proclaimed her virtues. 

For men esteemed her excellent, and charities sounded forth her praise ; 

But elsewhere far other judgment setteth her — with infidels and harlots ! 

She abused the trust of her splendour : and the wages of her sin shall be 
hereafter. 

Look again on this fair girl, the orphan of a village pastor 

Who is dead, and hath left her his all, — his blessing, and a name unstained. 

And friends, with busy zeal, that their purses be not taxed, 

Place the sad mourner in a home, poor substitute for that she hath lost. 

A stranger among strange faces, she drinketh the wormwood of dependence; 

She is marked as a child of want; and the world hateth poverty. 

Prayer is not heard in that house ; the day she hath loved to hallow 

Is noted but by deeper dissipation, the riot of luxury and gaming: 

And wantonness is in her master's eye, and she hath nowhere to flee to ; 

She is cared for by none upon earth, and her God seemeth to forsake her. 

Then cometh, in fair show, the promise, and the feint of affection. 

And her heart, long unused to kindness, remembereth her father, and 

loveth. 
And the villain hath wronged her trust, and mocked, and flung her from 

him. 
And men point at her and laugh ; and women hate her as an outcast : 
But elsewhere, far other judgment seateth her — among the martyrs ! 
And the Lord, who seemed to forsake, giveth double glory to the fallen* 

Once more, in the matter of wealth : if thou throw thine all on a chance. 
Men will come around thee, and wait, and watch the turning of the 

wheel ; 
And if, in the lottery of life, thou hast drawn a splendid prize, 
What foresight hadst thou, and skill ! yea, what enterprise and wisdom ! 
But if it fall out against thee, and thou fail in thy perilous endeavour. 



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Behold, the simple did sow, and hath reaped the right harvest of his folly 
And the world will be gladly accused, nor will reach out a finger to help; 
For why should this speculative dullard be a whirlpool to all around him? 
Go to, let him sink by himself: we knew what the end of it would be: — 
For the man hath missed his mark, and his fellows look no further. 

Also, touching guilt and innocence : a man shall walk in his uprightness 
Year after year without reproach, in charity and honesly wath all : 
But in one evil hour the enemy shall come in like a flood; 
Shall track him and tempt him, and hem him, — till he knoweth not whithei 

to fly. 
Perchance his famishing little ones shall scream in his ears for bread. 
And, maddened by that fierce cry, he rusheth as a thief upon the world; 
The world that hath left him to starve, itself wallowing in plenty, — 
The world, that denieth him his rights, — he daringly robbeth it of them. 
I say not, such an one is innocent : but small is the measure of his guilt 
To that of his wealthy neighbour, who would not help him at his need; 
To that of the selfish epicure, who turned away with coldness from his 

tale; 
To that of unsufTering thousands, w^ho look w^ith complacence on his fall. 

Or perchance the continual dropping of the venomed words of spite. 

Insult and injury and scorn, have galled and pierced his heart; 

Yet, with all long-suffering and meekness, he lorgiveth unto seventy times 

seven : 
Till, in some weaker moment, tempted beyond endurance, 
He striketh, more in anger than in hate: and, alas! for his heavy chance, 
He hath smitten unto instant death his spiteful life-long enemy I 
And none was by to see it; and all men knew of their contentions:. 
Fierce voices shout for his blood, and rude hands hurry him to judgment. 
Then man's verdict cometh, — Murderer, with forethought malice ; 
And his name is a note of execration ; his guilt is too black for devils. 
But to the righteous Judge, seemeth he the suffering victim ; 
For his anger was not unlawful, but became him as a Christian and a 

man; 
And though his guilt was grievous w^hen he struck that heavy bitter blow, 
Yet light is the sin of the smitcr, and verily kicketh the beam, 



SERIES I.] OF ESTIMATING CHARACTER. 57 

To the weight of that man's wickedness, whose slow relentless hatred 
Met him at every turn, with patient continuance in evil. 
Doubtless, eternal wrath shall be heaped upon that spiteful enemy. 

It is in vain, it is in vain, saith the preacher; there be none but the right" 

eous and the wicked. 
Base rebels, and staunch allies, the true knight, and the traitor; 
And he beareth strong witness among men, There is no neutral ground. 
The broad highway and narrow path map out the whole domain ; 
Sit here among the saints, these holy chosen few, 
Or grovel there a wretch condemned, to die among the million. 
And verily for ultimate results, there be but good and bad ; 
Heaven hath no dusky twilight ; hell is not gladdened with a dawn. 
Yet looking round among his fellows, who can pass righteous judgment. 
Such an one is holy and accepted, and such an one reprobate and doomed? 
There is so much of good among the worst, so much of evil in the best. 
Such seeming partialities in providence, so many things to lessen and 

expand, 
Yea, and with all man's boast, so little real freedom of his will, — 
That, to look a little lower than the surface, garb or dialect or fashion. 
Thou shait feebly pronounce for a saint, and faintly condemn for a sinner 
Over many a heart good and true, flu ttereth the Great King's pennant: 
By many an iron hand, the pirate's black banner is unfurled: 
But there be many more besides, in the yacht and the trader and the fish- 
ing boat, 
In the feather'd war-canoe, and the quick mysterious gondola : 
And the army of that Great King hath no stated uniform ; 
Of mingled characters and kinds goeth forth the countless host; 
There is the turbaned Damascene, with his tatooed Zealand brother. 
There the slim bather in the Ganges, with the sturdy Russian boor, 
The sluggish inmate of a polar cave, with the fire-souled daughter of 

Brazil, 
Tlie embruted slave from Cuba, and the Briton of gentle birth. 
For all are His inheritance, of all He taketh tithe : 
And the Church, his mercy's ark, hath some of every sort. 
Who art thou, man, that art fixing the limits of the fold? 
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Lay not the plummet to the Ime: religion hath no landmarks: 
No human keenness can discern the subtle shades of faith : 
In some it is as earliest dawn, the scarce diluted darkness; 
In some as dubious twilight, cold and gray and gloomy ; 
In some the ebon east is streaked w^ith flaming gold : 
n some the dayspring from on high breaketh in all its praise. 
And who hath determined the when,' separating light from darkness ' 
Who shall pluck from earliest dawn the promise of the day ? 
Leave that care to the Husbandman, lest thou garner tares; 
Help thou the Shepherd in his seeking, but to separate be his : 
For I have often seen the noble erring spirit 
Wrecked on the shoals of passion, and numbered of the lost ; 
Often the generous heart, lit by unhallowed fire, 
Counted a brand among the burning, and left uncared-for, in his sin : 
Yet I waited a little year, and the mercy thou hadst forgotten 
Hath purged that noble spirit, washing it in waters of repentance ; 
That glowing generous heart, having burnt out all its dross, 
Is as a golden censer, ready for the aloes and cassia : 
While thou, hard-visaged man, unlovely in th)'' strictness. 
Who turned from him thy sympathies with self-complacent pride. 
How art thou shamed by him ! his heart is a spring of love. 
While the dry well of thine affections is choked with secret mammon. 

Sometimes at a glance thou judgest well ; years could add little to thy 

knowledge : 
When charity gloweth on the cheek, or malice is lowering in the eye. 
When honesty's open brow, or the weasel-face of cunning is before thee, 
Or the loose lip of wantonness, or clear bright forehead of reflection. 
But often, by shrewd scrutiny, thou judgest to the good man's harm : 
For it may be his hour of trial, or he slumbereth at his post, 
Or he hath slain his foe, but not yet levelled the stronghold, 
Or barely recovered of the wounds, that fleshed him in his fray with 

passion. 
Also, of the worst, through prejudice, thou loosely shalt think well : 
For none is altogether evil, and thou mayst catch him at his prayers* 
There may be one small prize, though all beside be blanks; 
4 silver thread of goodness in the black sergecloth of crime, 



SERIES I.] OF ESTIMATING CHARACTER. 69 

There is to whom all things are easy: his mind, as a master-key. 
Can open, with intuitive address, the treasuries of art and science : 
There is to whom all things are hard ; but industry giveth him a crow* 

bai, 
To force, with groaning labour, the stubborn lock of learning : 
And often, when thou lookest on an eye, dim in native dulness, 
Little shaJt thou wot of the wealth diligence hath gathered to its gaze ; 
Often the brow that should be bright with the dormant fire of genius. 
Within its ample halls, hath ignorance the tenant. 
Yet are not the sons of men cast as in moulds by the lot ? 
The like in frame and feature hath much alike in spirit; 
Such a shape hath such a soul, so that a deep discerner 
From his make will read the man, and err not far in judgment : 
Yea, and it holdeth in the converse, that growing similarity of mind 
Findeth or maketh for itself an apposite dwelling in the body : 
Accident may modify, circumstance may bevil, externals seem to change 

it. 
But still the primitive crystal is latent in its many variations: 
For the map of the face, and the picture of the eye, are traced by the pen 

of passion ; 
And the mind fashioneth a tabernacle suitable for itself. 
A mean spirit boweth down the back, and the bowing fostereth meanness; 
A resolute purpose knitteth the knees, and the firm tread nourisheth 

decision ; 
Love looketh softly from the eye, and kindleth love by looking; 
Hate furroweth the brow, and a man may frown till he hateth : 
For mind and body, spirit and matter, have reciprocities of power, 
And each keepeth up the strife ; a man's works make or mar him. 

There "be deeper things than these, lying in the twilight of truth ; 

But few can discern them aright, from surrounding dimness of error. 

For perchance, if thou knewest the whole, and largely with comprehensi\ e 

mind 
Couldst read the history of character, the chequered story of a life. 
And into the great account, which summeth a mortal's destiny, 
Wert to add the forces from without, dragging him this way and that. 
And the secret qualities within, grafted on the soul from the womb. 



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And the might of other men's example, among whom his lot is cast, 
And the influence of want, or wealth, of kindness, or harsh ill-usage, 
Of ignorance he cannot help, and knowledge found for him by others. 
And first impressions, hard to be effaced, and leadings to right or to wrong. 
And inheritance of likeness from a father, and natural human frailty. 
And the habit of health or disease, and prrjudices poured into his mind, 
And the myriad little matters none but Omniscience can know, 
And accidents that steer the thoughts, where none but Ubiquity can trace 

them ; — 
If thou couldst compass all these, and the consequents flowing from them. 
And the scope to which they tend, and the necessary fitness of all things, 
Then shouldst thou see as He seeth, who judge th all men equal, — 
Equal, touching innocence and guilt ; and different alone in this. 
That one acknowledgeth his evil, and looketh to his God for mercy; 
Another boasteth of his good, and calleth on his God for justice; 
So He, that sendeth none away, is largely munificent to prayer. 
But, in the heart of presumption, sheatheth the sword of vengeance. 



OF HATRED AND ANGER- 



Blunted unto goodness is the heart which anger never stirreth. 

But that which hatred swelleth, is keen to carve out evu. 

Anger is a noble infirmity, the generous failing of the just. 

The one degree that riseth above zeal, asserting the prerogatives of virtue : 

But hatred is a slow continuing crime, a fire in the bad man's breast, 

A dull and hungry flame, for ever craving insatiate. 

Hatred would harm another ; anger would indulge itself : 

Hatred is a simmering poison; anger, the opening of a valve: 

Hatred destroyeth as the upas-tree; anger smiteth as a staff: 

Hatred is the atmosphere of hell; but anger is known in heaven. 

Ts there not a righteous wrath, an anger just and holy, 

When goodness is sitting in the dust, and wickedness enthroned on Babel? 

Doth pity condemn guilt ? — is justice not a feeling but a law 

Appealing to the line and to the plummet, incognizant of moral sense ? 

Thou that condemnest anger, small is thy sympathy with angels, 

Thou that hast accounted it for sin, cold is thy communion with heaven. 

Beware of the angry in his passion ; but fear not to approach him after- 
ward ; 

For if thou acknowledge thine error, he himself will be sorry for his 
wrath : 

Beware of the hater in his coolness ; for he meditateth evil against thee ; 

Commending the resources of his mind calmly to work thy ruin. 

Deceit and treachery skulk with hatred, but an honest spirit flieth with 
anger : 

The one lieth secret, as a serpent; the other chaseth, as a leopard. 

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62 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series i 

Speedily be reconciled in love, and receive the returning offender, 

For wittingly prolonging anger, thou tamperest unconsciously with hatred. 

Patience is power in a man, nerving him to rein his spirit : 

Passion is as palsy to his arm, while it yelleth on the coursers to their 

speed : 
Patience keepeth counsel, and standeth in solid self-possession. 
But the weakness of sudden passion layeth bare the secrets of the soul. 
The sentiment of anger is not ill, when thou lookest on the impudence of 

vice. 
Or savourest the breath of calumny, or hast earned the hard wages of 

injustice, 
But see thou that thou curb it in expression, rendering the mildness of 

rebuke. 
So shall thou stand without reproach, mailed in all the dignity of virtue. 



OF GOOD IN THINGS EVIL. 



I HEARD the man of sin reproaching the goodness of Jehovah, 
Wherefore, if he be Almighty Love, permitteth he misery and pain r 
I saw the child of hope vexed in the labyrinth of doubt, 
Wherefore, holy One and just, is the horn of thy foul foe so high 

exalted ? — 
And, alas ! for this our groaning world, for that grief and guilt are here ; 
Alas ! for that Earth is the battle-field, where good must combat with evil: 
Angels look on and hold their breath, burning to mingle in the conflict. 
But the troops of the Captain of Salvation may be none but the soldiers of 

the cross : 
And that slender band must fight alone, and yet shall triumph gloriously. 
Enough shall they be for conquest, and the motto of their standard is 

Enough. 
Thou art sad, denizen of earth, for pains and diseases and death. 
But remember, thy hand hath earned them ; grudge not at the wages of thy 

doings : 
Thy guilt, and thy fathers' guilt, must bring many sorrows in their com- 
pany, 
And if thou wilt drink sweet poison, doubtless it shall rot thee to the 

core. 
Who art thou but the heritor of evil, with a right to nothing good ? 
The respite of an interval of ease were a boon which Justice might deny 

thee : 
Therefore lay thy hand upon thy mouth, man much to be forgiven. 
And wait, thou child of hope, for time shall teach thee all things. 

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Yet hear, for my speech shall comfort thee: reverently, but with 

boldness, 
I would raise the sable curtain, that hideth the symmetry of Providence. 
Pain and sin are convicts, and toil in their fetters for good ; 
The weapons of evil are turned against itself, fighting under better 

banners: 
The leech delighteth in stinging, and the wicked loveth to do harm. 
But the wise Physician of the universe useth that ill tendency for health. 
Verily, from others' griefs are gendered sympathy and kindness; 
Patience, humility, and faith, spring not seldom from thme own : 
An enemy, humbled by his sorrows, cannot be far from thy forgiveness, 
A friend, who hath tasted of calamity, shall fan the dying incense of thy 

love : 
And for thyself, is it a small thing, so to learn thy frailty. 
That from an aching bone thou savest the whole body ? 
The furnace of affliction may be fierce, but if it refineth thy soul, 
The good of one meek thought shall outweigh years of torment. 
Nevertheless, wretched man, if thy bad heart be hardened in the flame. 
Being earth-born, as of clay, and not of moulded wax. 
Judge not the hand that smiteth, as if thou wert visited in wrath; 
Reproach thyself, for He is Justice : repent thee, for He is Mercy. 

Cease, fond caviller at wisdom, to be satisfied that every thing is wrong: 

Be sure there is good necessity, even for the flourishing of evil. 

Would the eye delight in perpetual noon ? or the ear in unqualified har- 
monics? 

Hath winter's frost no welcome, contrasting sturdily with summer ? 

Couldst thou discern benevolence, if there were no sorrows to be soothed .' 

Or discover the resources of contrivance, if nothing stood opposed to the 
means ? 

What were power without an enemy ? or mercy without an object ? 

Or truth, where the false were impossible? or love, where love were a 
debt? 

The characters of God were but idle, if all things around him were per- 
feet ion, 

And virtues might slumber on like death, if they lacked the opportunities 
of evil. 



BKEiEs I.] OF GOOD IN THINGS EVIL. 65 

There is one all-perfect, and but one ; man dare not reason of His Essence. 
But there must be deficiencies in heaven, to leave room for progression in 

bliss : 
A realm of unqualified best were a stagnant pool of being, 
And the circle of absolute perfection, the abstract cipher of indolence. 
Sin is an awful shadow, but it addeth new glories to the hght ; 
Sin is a black foil, but it setteth off the jewelry of heaven : 
Sin is the traitor that hath dragged the majesty of mercy into action ; 
Sin is the whelming argument, to justify the attribute of vengeance. 
[t is a deep dark thought, and needeth to be diligently studied, 
But perchance evil was essential, that God should be seen of his creatures: 
For where perfection is not, there lacketh possible good. 
And the absence of better that might be, taketh from the praise of it is 

well: 
And creatures must be finite, and finite cannot be perfect; 
Therefore, though in small degree, creation involveth evil. 
He chargeth his angels with folly, and the heavens are not clean in His 

sight : 
For every existence in the universe hath either imperfection or Godhead : 
And the light that blazeth but in One, must be softened with shadow for 

the many. 
There is then good in evil ; or none could have known his Maker ; 
No spiritual intellect or essence could have gazed on his high perfections. 
No angel harps could have tuned the wonders of his wisdom. 
No ransomed souls have praised the glories of his mercy, 
No howling fiends have shown the terrors of his justice, 
But God would have dwelt alone in the fearful solitude of holiness. 

Nevertheless, sinner, harden not thine heart in evil ; 

Nor plume thee in imaginary triumph, because thou art not valueless as 

vile; 
Because thy dark abominations add lustre to the clarity of Light ; 
Because a wonder-working alchemy draineth elixir out of poisons ; 
Because the same fiery volcano that scorcheth and ravageth a continent. 
Hath in the broad blue bay cast up some petty island ; 
Because to the full demonstration of the qualities and accidents of good. 
The swarthy legions of the devil have toiled as unwitting pioneers : 



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For sin is still sin : so hateful Love doth hate it ; 

A blot on the glory of creation, which justice must wipe out. 

Sin is a loathsome leprosy, fretting the white robe of innocence ; 

A rottenness, eating out the heart of the royal cedars of Lebanon ; 

A pestilential blast, the terror of that holy pilgrimage ; 

A rent in the sacred veil, whereby God left his temple. 

Therefore, consider thyself, thou that dost not sorrow for thy guilt: 

Fear evil, or face its enemy : dread sin, or dare justice. 

Yea, saith the Spirit : and their works do follow them ; 

Habits, and thoughts, and deeds, are shadows and satellites of self. 

What ! shall the claimant to a throne stand forward with a rabble rout, — 

Meanness, impiety, and lust ; riot and indolence and vanity ? 

Nay, man ! the train wherewith thou comest attend whither thou shalt go. 

A throne for a king's son, but an inner dungeon for the felon. 

For a man's works do follow him : bodily, standing in the judgment, 

Behold the false accuser, behold the slandered saint ; 

The slave, and his bloody driver; the poor, and his generous friend; 

The simple dupe, and the craft}' knave: the murderer, and — his victim'. 

Yet all are in many characters ; the best stand guilty at the bar ; 

And he that seemed the worst may have most of real excuse. 

The talents unto which a man is born, be they few or many. 

Are dropped into the balance of account, working unlooked-for changes , 

And perchance the convict from the galleys may stand above the hermit 

from his eel), 
For that the obstacles in one outweigh the propensions in the other. 
There be, who have made themselves friends, yea, by unrighteous 

mammon, — 
Friends, ready waiting as an escort to those everlasting habitations; 
Embodied in living witnesses, thronging to meet them in a cloud, 
Charity, meekness and truth, zeal, sincerity and patience. 
There be, who have made themselves foes, yea, by honest gam, 
Foes, whose plaint must have its answer, before the bright portal i^ 

unbarred : 
Pride, and selfishness, and sloth, apathy, WTath and falsehood, 
Bind to their everlasting toil many that must weary in the fires. 
Love hath a power and a longing lo save the giithered world. 



SERIES I.] OF GOOD IN THINGS EVIL. 67 

A.nd rescue universal man from the hunting hell-hounds cd his doings: 
Yet few, here one and there one, scanty as the gleaning after harvest, 
Are glad of the robes of praise which Mercy would fling around the 

naked ; 
But wrapping closer to their skin the poisoned tunic of their works. 
They stand in self-dependence to perish in abandonment of God. 



OF PRAYER. 



A WICKED man scornelh prayer, in the shallow sopnistry of reason ; 
He denJeth the silly hope, that God can be moved by supplication : — 
Can the unchangeable be changed, oi waver in his purpose? 
Can the weakness of pity aiiect him ? Should he turn at the bidding of a 

man ? 
Methought he ruled all things, and ye called his decrees immutable. 
But if thus he listeneth to words, wherein is the firmness of his will? — 
So I heard the speech ct the wicked, and, lo, it was smoother than oil; 
But I knew that his reasonings were false, for the promise of the Scripture 

is true : 
Yet was my soul in daikness, for his words were too hard for me; 
Till I turned to my God in prayer, for I know he heareth always. 
Then I looked abroad on the earth, and, behold, the Lord was in all things; 
Yet saw I not his hand in aught, but perceived that he worketh by means; 
Yea, and the power of the mean proveth the wisdom that ordained it. 
Yea, and no act is useless, to the nulling of a stone through the air. 
So I turned my thoughts to supplication, and beheld the mercies of Je- 
hovah, 
And 1 saw sound argument was still the faithful friend of godliness j 
For as the rock of the aifectioiis is the solid approval of reason, 
Kven so the temple of Religion is founded on the basis of Philosophy. 

ScoRNER, thy thoughts are weak, they reach not the summit of the matter, 
Go to, for the moulh of a child might show thee the mystery of prayer: 
Verily, there is :io change; in the counsels of the JMighty Ruler: 
Verily, his purpose is strong, and rooted in the depths of necessity; 



SERIES I.] OF PRAYER. 69 

But who hatb shown thee his purpose, who hath made known to thee his 

will ? 
When, gainsayer, hast thou been schooled in the secrets of wisdom ? 
Fate is a creature of God, and all things m.ove in their orbits. 
And that which shall surely happen is known unto him from eternity, 
But as, in the field of nature, he useth the sinews of the ox. 
And commandeth diligence and toil, himself giving the increase ; 
So, in the kingdom of his grace, granteth he omnipotence to prayer. 
For he knoweth what thou wilt ask, and what thou wilt ask aright. 
No man can pray in faith, whose prayer is not grounded on a promise 
Yet a good man commendeth all things to the righteous wisdom of his 

God: 
For those, who pray in faith, trust the immutable Jehovah, 
And they, who ask blessings unpromised, lean on uncovenanted mercy. 

Man, regard thy prayers as a purpose of love to thy soul ; 

Esteem the providence that led to them as an index of God's goodwill; 

So shalt thou pray aright, and thy words shall meet with acceptance. 

Also, in pleading for others, be thankful for the fulness of thy prayer' 

For if thou art ready to ask, the Lord is more ready to bestow. 

The salt preserveth the sea, and the saints uphold the earth ; 

Their prayers are the thousand pillars that prop the canopy of nature. 

Verily, an hour without prayer, from some terrestrial mind. 

Were a curse in the calendar of time, a spot of the blackness of daik- 

ness. 
Perchance the terrible day, when the world must rock into ruins. 
Will be one un whitened by prayer, — shall He find faith on the earth ? 
For there is an economy of mercy, as of wisdom, and power, and means; 
Neither is one blessing granted, unbesought from the treasury of good : 
And the charitable heart of the Being, to depend upon whom is happi- 
ness. 
Never withholdeth a bounty, so long as his subject prayeth ; 
Yea, ask what thou wilt, to the second throne in heaven, 
[t is thine, for whom it was appointed ; there is no limit unto prayer: 
But and if thou cease to ask, tremble, thou self-suspended creature, 
For thy strenf2;th is cut off as was Samson's: and the hour of thy doom is 
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Frail art thou, man, as a bubble on the breaker. 

Weak and governed by externals, like a poor bird caught in the storm ; 

Yet thy momentary breath can still the raging waters, 

Thy hand can touch a lever that may move the world. 

Merciful, we strike eternal covenant with thee. 

For man may take for his ally the King who ruleth kings : 

How strong, yet how most weak, in utter poveity how rich, 

What possible omnipotence to good is dormant in a man ! 

Behold that fragile form of delicate transparent beauty. 

Whose light-blue eye and hectic cheek are lit by the balefires of decline. 

All droopingly she lieth, as a dew-laden lily. 

Her flaxen tresses, rashly luxuriant, dank with unhealthy moisture; 

Hath not thy heart said of her, Alas ! poor child of weakness ? 

Thou hast erred ; Goliath of Gath stood not in half her strength : 

Terribly she fighteth in the van as the virgin daughter of Orleans, 

She beareth the banner of heaven, her onset is the rushing cataract. 

Seraphim rally at her side, and the captain of that host is God, 

And the serried ranks of evil are routed by the lightning of her eye, 

She is the King's remembrancer, and steward of many blessings, 

Holding the buckler of security over her unthankful land : 

For that weak fluttering heart is strong in faith assured, 

Dependence is her might, and behold — she prayeth. 

Angels are round the good man, to catch the incense of his prayers, 
And they fly to minister kindness to those for whom he pleadelh ; 
For the altar of his heart is lighted, and burneth before God continually, 
And he breatheth, conscious of his joy, the native atmosphere of heaven, 
Yea, though poor, and contemned, and ignorant of this world's wisdom, 
111 can his fellows spare him, though they know not of his value, 
rhousantls bewail a hero, and a nation mourneth for its king. 
But the whole universe lamenteth the loss of a man of prayer. 
Verily, were it not for One, who sitteth on his rightful throne, 
Crovvne.l with a rainbow of emerald, C^) the green memorial of earth, — 
For one, a niediating man, that luith clad his Godhead with mortality. 
And offereth prayer without ceasing, the royal priest of Nature, 
Matter and life and mind had sunk into dark annihilation. 
And the lightning frown of Justice withered the world into nothing. 



SERIES I.] OF PHAYER. 



Thus, worshipper of reason, thou hast, heard the sum of the matter; 

And woe to his hairy scalp that restraineth prayer before God. 

Prayer is a creature's strength, his very breath and being; 

Prayer is the golden key that can open the wicket of Mercy ; 

Prayer is the magic sound that saith to Fate, So be it ; 

Prayer is the slender nerve that moveth the muscles of Omnipotence. 

Wherefore, pray, creature, for many and great are thy wants ; 

Thy mind, thy conscience, and thy being, thy rights commend thee unto 

prayer. 
The cure of all cares, the grand panacea for all pains, 
Doubt's destroyer, ruin's remedy, the antidote to all anxieties. 

So then, God is true, and yet He hath not changed* 

It is he that sendeth the petition, to answer it according to his will. 



THE LORD'S PRAYER. 



Inquirest thou, man, wherewithal may I come unto the Lord"? 

And with what wonder-working sounds may I move the majesty of 

heaven ? 
There is a model to thy hand ; upon that do thou frame thy supplication 
Wisdom hath measured its words, and redemption urgeth thee to use 

them. 
Call thy God thy Father, and yet not thine alone. 
For thou art but one of many, thy brotherhood is with all: 
Remember his high estate, that he dwellelh King of Heaven; 
So shall thy thoughts be humbled, nor love be unmixed with reverence: 
Be thy first petition unselfish, the honour of Him who made thee. 
And that in the depths of thy heart his memory be shrined in holiness 
Pray for that blessed time when good shall triumph over evil. 
And one universal temple echo the perfections of Jehovah: 
Bend thou to his good- will, and subserve his holy purposes. 
Till in thee, and those around thee, grow a little heaven upon earth: 
Humbly, as a grateful almsman, beg thy bread of God, — 
Bread for thy triple estate, for thou hast a trinity of nature : 
Humility smootheth the way, and gratitude softeneth the heart, 
Be then thy prayer for pardon mingled with the tear of penitence; 
Yea, and while, all unworthy, thou leanest on the hand that should 

smite. 
Thou canst not from thy fellows withhold thy less forgiveness. 
To thy Father thy weaknesses are known, and thou hast not hid th}^ sin. 
Therefore ask him, in all trust, to lead thee from the dangers of temp- 
tation; 

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SERIES I.] THE LORD'S PRAYER. 73 

While the last petition of the soul that breatheth on the confines of 

prayer 
Is deliverance from sin and the evil one, the miseries of earth and hell. 
And wherefore, child of hope, should the rock of tny conndence be sure i 
Thou knowest that God heareth, and promiseth an answer of peace ; 
Thou knowest that he is King, and none can stay his hand; 
Thou knowest his power to be boundless, for there is none other: 
And to Him thou givest glory, as a creature ol nis workmansnin and 

favour, 
For the never-ending term of thy saved and orignt existence. 



OF DISCRETION. 



For what then was I bom ? — to fill the circling year 

With daily toil for daily bread, with sordid pains and pleasures ? — 

To walk this chequered world, alternate light and darkness, 

The day-dreams of deep thought followed by the night-dreams of fancy ?^. 

To be one in a full procession ' — to dig my kindred clay ? — 

To decorate the gallery of art ? — to clear a few acres of forest ? 

For more than these, my soul, thy God hath lent thee life. 

Is then that noble end to feed this mind with knowledge. 

To mix for mine own thirst the sparkling wine of wisdom, 

To light with many lamps the caverns of my heart. 

To reap, in the furrows of my brain, good harvest of right reasons? — 

For more than these, my soul, thy God hath lent thee life. 

Is it to grow stronger in self-government, to check the chafing will. 

To curb with tightening rein the mettled steeds of passion. 

To welcome with calm heart, far in the voiceless desert, 

The gracious visitings of heaven that bless my single self? — 

For more than these, my soul, thy God hath lent thee life. 

To aim at thine own happiness, is an end idolatrous and evil. 

In earth, yea in heaven, if thou seek it for itself, seeking thou shalt not 

find. 
Happiness is a roadside flower, growing on the highways of Usefulness, 
Plucked, it shall wither m thy hand ; passed by, it is fragrance to thy 

spirit': 
Love not thine own soul, regard not thine own weal, 
Trample the thyme beneath thy feet; be useful, and be happy! 



5T1REES I.] OF DISCRETION. 75 



Thus unto fair conclusions argueth generous youth, 

And quickly he starteth on his course, knight-errant to do good. 

His sword is edged with arguments, his vizor terrible with censures; 

Ha goeth full mailed in faith, and zeal is flaming at his heart. 

Yet one thing he lacketh, the Mentor of the mind, 

The quiet whisper of Discretion — Thy time is not yet come. 

For he smiteth an oppressor ; and vengeance for that smiting 

Is dealt in double stripes on the faint body of the victim : 

He is glad to give and to distribute ; and clamorous pauperism feasteth. 

While honest labour, pining, hideth his sharp ribs: 

He challengeth to a fair field that subtle giant Infidelity, 

And worsted in the unequal fight, strengtheneth the hands of error : 

He hasteth to teach and preach, as the war-horse rusheth to the battle. 

And to pave a way for truth, would break up the Apennines of prejudice: 

He wearieth by stale proofs, where none looked for a reason. 

And to the listening ear will urge the false argument of feeling. 

So hath it often been, that, judging by results, 

The hottest friends of truth have done her deadliest wrong. 

Alas! for there are enemies w^'thout, glad enough to parley with a traitoi, 

And a zealot will let down the drawbridge, to prove his own prowess: 

Yea, from within will he break away a breach in the citadel of truth. 

That he may fill the gap, for fame, with his own weak body. 

Zeal without judgment is an evil, though it be zeal unto good : 
Touch not the ark with unclean hand, yea, though it seem to totter. 
There are evil who work good, and there are good who work evil. 
And foolish backers of wisdom have brought on her many reproaches. 
Truth hath more than enough to combat in the minds of all men. 
For the mist of sense is a thick veil, and sin hath warped their wills; 
Yet doth an officious helper awkwardly prevent her victoiy. — 
These thy wounded hands were smitten in the house of friends : — 
To point out a meaning in her words, he will blot those words with his 

finger; 
And winnow chaf! into the eyes, before he hath wheat to show: 
He will heap sturdy logs on a faint expiring fire. 
And with a room in flames, will cast the casement open ; 
By a shoulder to the wheel downhill harasseth the labouring beast, 



70 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. lSeries i. 

And where obstruction were needed, will harm by an ill-judged thrusting- 

on. 
A vessel foundereth at sea, if a storm have unshipped the rudder; 
And a mind with much sail shall require heavy ballast. 
Take a lever by the middle, thou shalt seem to prove it powerless. 
Argue for truth indiscreetly, thou shalt toil for falsehood. 
There is plenty of room for a peaceable man in the most thronged 

assembly ; 
But a quarrelsome spirit is straitened in the open field : 
Many a teacher, lacking judgment, hindereth his own lessons; 
And the savoury mess of pottage is spoiled by a bitter herb : 
The garment woven of a piece is rashly torn by schism. 
Because its unwise claimants will not cast lots for its possession. 

Discretion guide thee on thy way, nobly-minded youth. 

Help thee to humour infirmities, to wink at innocent errors. 

To take small count of forms, to bear with prejudice and fancy: 

Discretion guard thine asking, discretion aid thine answer, 

Teach thee that well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech. 

Whisper thee, thou art Weakness, though thy cause be strength. 

And tell thee, the keystone of an arch can be loosened with least laboui 

from within. 
The snows of Hecla lie around its tnmhled smoking Gevseis; 
Let the cool streams of prudence temper the hot spring of zeal : 
So shalt thou gain thine honourable end, nor lose the midway prize, 
So shall thy life be useful, and thy young heart happy. 



OF TRIFLES. 



Yet once more, saitli the fool, yet once, and is it not a little one ? 
Spare me this folly yet an hour, for what is one among so many ? 
And he blindeth his conscience with lies, and stupifieth his heart with 

doubts ; — ■ 
Whom shall I harm in Ihis matter ? and a little ill breedeth much good ; 
My thoughts, are they not mine own ? and they leave no mark behind 

them; 
And if God so pardoneth crime, how should these petty sins afiect him ? — 
So he transgresseth yet again, and falleth by little and little. 
Till the ground crumble beneath him, and he sinketh in the gulf 

despairing. 
For there is nothing in the earth so small that it may not produce great 

things, 
And no swerving from a right line, that may not lead eternally astray. 
A landmark tree was once a seed ; and the dust in the balance maketh a 

difference ; 
And the cairn is heaped high by each one flinging a pebble : 
The dangerous bar in the harbour's mouth is only grains of sand ; 
And the shoal that hath wrecked a navy is the work of a colony of 

worms : 
Yea, and a despicable gnat may madden the mighty elephant ; 
And the living rock is worn by the diligent flow of the brook. 
Little art thou, man, and in trifles thou contendest with thine equals. 
For atoms must crowd upon atoms, ere crime groweth to be a giant. 
What, is thy servant a dog ? — not yet w^ilt thou grasp the dagger. 
Not yet wilt thou laugh with the scoffers, not yet betray the innocent; 
But, if thou nourish in thy heart the reveries of injury or passion, 
And travel in mental heat the mazy labyrinths of guilt, 



78 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [sebies i. 



And then conceive it possible, and then reflect on it as done. 

And use, by little and little, thyself to regard thyself a villain, 

Not long will crime be absent from the voice that doth invoke him to thy 

heart. 
And bitterly wilt thou grieve, that the buds have ripened into poison. 

A spark is a molecule of matter, yet may it kindle the world ; 

Vast is the mighty ocean, but drops have made it vast. 

Despise not thou a small thing, either for evil or for good; 

For a look may work thy ruin, or a word create thy wealth : 

The walking this way or that, the casual stoppmg or hastening, 

Hath saved life, and destroyed it, hath cast down and built up fortunes. 

Commit thy trifles unto God, for to him is nothing trivial ; 

And it is but the littleness of man that seeth no greatness in a trifle. 

All things are infinite in parts, and the moral is as the material, 

Neither is any thing vast, but it is compacted of atoms. 

Thou art wdse, and shalt find comfort, if thou study thy pleasure in 

trifles. 
For slender joys, often repeated, fall as sunshine on the heart: 
Thou art wise, if thou beat ofl petty troubles, nor suffer their stinging to 

fret thee ; 
Thrust not thine hand among the thorns, but wnth a leathern glove. 
Regar 1 nothing lightly which the wisdom of Providence hath ordered ; 
And therefore consider all things that happen unto thee or unto others. 
The warrior that stood against a host, may be pierced unto death by a 

needle ; 
And the saint that feareth not the fire, may perish the victim of a thought , 
A mote in the gunner's eye is as bad as a spike in the gun ; 
And the cable of a furlong is lost through an ill- wrought inch. 
The streams of small pleasures fill the lake of happiness: 
And the deepest wretchedness of life is continuance of petty pains. 
A fool observeth nothing, and seemeth w^ise unto himself; 
A wise man heedeth all things, and in his own eyes Is a fool : 
Pie that wondereth at nothing hath no capabilities of bliss ; 
But he that scrutinizeth trifles hath a store of })leasure to his hand. 
If pestilence stalk through the land, ye say. This is God's doing; 
Is It not also His doing, when an aphis creepeth on a roae-bud ? — 



SERIES I.] OF TRIFLES. 79 

If an avalanche roll from its Alp, ye tremble at the will of Providence ; 

Is not that will concerned when the sear leaves fall from the poplar? — 

A thing is great or little only to a mortal's thinking, 

But abstracted from the body, all things are alike important : 

The Ancient of Days noteth in his book the idle converse of a creature, 

And happy and wise is the man to whose thought existeth not a trifle. 



OF RECREATION. 



To join advantage to amusement, to gather profit with pleasure, 
Is the wise man's necessary aim, when he lielh in the shade of recreation 
For he cannot fling aside his mind, nor bar up the floodgates of his wis- 
dom; 
Yea, though he strain after folly, his mental monitor shall check him : 
For knowledge and ignorance alike have laws essential to their being, — 
The sage studieth amusements, and the simple laugheth in his studies. 
Few, but full of understanding, are the books of the library of God, 
And fitting for all seasons are the gain and the gladness they bestow: 
The volume of mystery and Grace, for the hour of deep communings, 
When the soul considereth intensely the startling marvel of itself : 
The book of destiny and Providence for the time of sober study, 
When the mind gleaneth wisdom from the olive grove of history : 
And the cheerful pages of Nature, to gladden the pleasant holiday, 
When the task of duty is complete, and the heart swelleth high with sat- 
isfaction. 
The soul may not safely dwell too long with the deep things of futurity; 
The mind may not always be bent back, like the Parthian, straining at the 

past: ('^) 
And, if thou art wearied with wrestling on the broad arena of science. 
Leave awhile thy friendly foe, halt vanquished in the dust, 
Refresh thy jaded limbs, return with vigour to the strife, — 
Thou shalt easier find thyself his master, for the vacant interval of leisure. 

That which may profit and amuse is gathered from the volume of crea- 
tion, 

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SERIES I.] OF RECREATION. 81 

For every chapter therein teemeth with the playfuhiess of wisdom. 

The elements of all things are the same, though nature hath mixed them 

with a difference, 
And Learning delighteth to discover the affinity of seeming opposite.s: 
So out of great things and small draweth he the secrets of the universe, 
And argueth the cycles of the stars, from a pebble flung by a child. 
It is pleasant to note all plants, from the rush to the spreading cedar, 
From the giant king of palms, (}'') to the lichen that staineth its stem : 
To watch the workings of instinct, that grosser reason of brutes, — 
The river-horse browsing in the jungle, the plover screaming on the 

moor. 
The cayman, basking on a mud-bank, and the walrus anchored to an ice- 
berg. 
The dog at his master's feet, and the milk-kine lowing in the meadow ; 
To trace the consummate skill that hath modelled the anatomy of insects. 
Small fowls that sun their wings on the petals of wild flowers; 
To learn a use in the beetle, and more than a beauty in the butterfly ; 
To recognise affection in a moth, and look wnth admiration on a spider. 
It is glorious to ^aze upon the firmament, and see from far the mansions 

of the blest, 
Each distant shining world, a kingdom for one of the redeemed; 
To read the antique history of earth, stamped upon those medals in the 

rocks. 
Which Design hath rescued from decay, to tell of the green infancy of 

time; 
To gather from the unconsidered shingle mottled starlike agates, 
Full of unstoried flowers in the bubbling bloom-chalcedony: 
Or gay and curious shells, fretted with microscopic carving. 
Corallines, and fresh seaweeds, spreading forth their delicate branches. 
It is an admirable lore, to learn the cause in the change. 
To study the chemistry of Nature, her grand, but simple secrets. 
To search out all her wonders, to track the resources of her skill. 
To note her kind compensations, her unobtrusive excellence. 
In all itis wise happiness to see the well-ordained laws of Jehovah, 
The harmony that fllleth all his mind, the justice that tempereth his 

bounty. 
The wonderful all-prevalent analogy that testifleth one Creator, 



82 PROVEIiBIAL PiilLOSOPHY. [bERiES i 

The broad arrow of the Great King, carved on all the stores of his 

arsenal. 
But beware, worshipper of God, thou forget not him in his dealings. 
Though the bright emanations of his power hide him in created glory ; 
For if, on the sea of knowledge, thou regardest not the pole-star of reli- 
gion. 
Thy bark will miss her port, and run upon the sand-bar of folly : 
And if, enamoured of the means, thou considerest not the scope to which 

they tend, 
Wherein art thou wiser than the child, that is pleased with toys and bau- 
bles ? 
Verily, a trifling scholar, thou heedest but the letter of instruction: 
For as motive is spirit unto action, as memory endeareth place. 
As the sun doth fertilize the earth, as aflfection quicken eth the heart. 
So is the remembrance of God in the varied wonders of creation. 

Man hath found out inventions, to cheat him of the weariness of life. 

To help him to forget realities, and hide the misery of guilt. 

For love of praise, and hope of gain, for passion and delusive happiness. 

He joineth the circle of folly, and heapeth on the fire of excitement ; 

Oftentimes sadly out of heart at the tiresome insipidity of pleasure, 

Oftentimes labouring in vain, convinced of the palpable deceit: 

Yet a man speaketh to his brother, in the voice of glad congratulation. 

And thinketh others happy, though he himself be wretched : 

And hand joineth hand to help in the toil of amusement, 

While the secret aching heart is vacant of all but disappointment. 

The cheapest pleasures are the best ; and nothing is more costly than 

sin ; 
Yet we mortgage futurity, counting it but little loss : 
Neither can a man delight in that which breedeth sorrow. 
Yet do we hunt for joy even in the fires that consume it. 
Whoso would find gladness may meet her in the hovel of povert)^ 
Where benevolence hath scattered around the gleanings cf the horn ol 

plenty ; 
WJioso would sun himself in peace, may be seen of her in deeds ol 

mercy, 
When the pale lean cheek of the destitute is wet with grateful tears 



PERiEs I.] OF RECREATION 83 

11 ihe mind is wearied by study, or the body worn with sickness. 
It is well to lie fallow for a while, in the vacancy of sheer amusement; 
But when thou prosperest in health, and thine intellect can soar untired, 
To seek uninstructive pleasure is to slumber on the couch of indolence. 



THE TRAIN OF RELIGION. 



Stat awhile, thou blessed band, be entreated, daughters of heaven ! 
While the chance-nnet scholar of Wisdom learneth your sacred names: 
He is resting a little from his toil, yet a little on the borders of earth, 
And fain would he have you his friends, to bid him glad welcome 

hereafter. 
Who among the glorious art thou, that walkest a Goddess and a Queen, 
Thy crown of living stars, and a golden cross thy sceptre ? 
Who among flowers of loveliness is she, thy seeming herald. 
Yet she boasteth not thee nor herself, and her garments are plain in their 

neatness ? 
Wherefore is there one among the train, whose eyes are red with 

weeping, 
Yet is her open forehead beaming with the sun of ecstacy ? 
And who is that blood-stained warrior, with glory sitting on his crest? 
And who, that solemn sage, calm in majestic dignity ? 
Also, in the lengthening troop see I some clad in robes of triumph, 
Whose fair and sunny faces I have known and loved on earth : 
Welcome, ye glorified Loves, Graces, and Sciences, and Muses, 
That, like sisters of charily, tended in this world's hospital ; 
Welcome, for verily I knew, ye could not but be children of the light, 
Though earth hath soiled your robes, and robbed you of half your glory ; 
Welcome, chiefly welcome, for I find I have friends in heaven, 
And some I might scarce have looked for, as thou, light-hearted Mirth; 
Thou also, star-robed Urania; and thou, with the curious glass, 
I'hat rejoicedst in tracking wisdom where the eye was too dull to note its : 
And art thou too among the blessed, mild, much injured Poetrv ^ 



S£KiES I.] THE TRAIN OF RELIGION. 86 

Who quickenest with light and beauty the leaden face of matter. 

Who not unheard, though silent, fillest earth's gardens with music, 

And not unseen, though a spirit, dost look down upon us from he 

stars, — 
That hast been to me for oil and for wine, to cheer and uphold my soul. 
When wearied, battling v/ith the surge, the stunning surge of life: 
Of thee, for well have I loved thee, of thee may I ask in hope. 
Who among the glorious is she, that walketh a Goddess and a Queen ? 
And who that fair-haired herald, and who that weeping saint? 
And who that mighty warrior, and who that solemn sage ? 

Son, happy art thou that Wisdom hath led thee hitherward : 
For otherwise never hadst thou known the joy-giving name of our Queen 
Behold her, the life of men, the anchor of their shipwrecked hopes : 
Behold her, the shepherdess of souls, who bringeth back the wanderers to 

God. 
And for that modest herald, she is named on earth, Humility: 
And hast thou not known, my son, the tearful face of Repentance? 
Faith is yon time-scarred hero, walking in the shade of his laurels; 
And Reason, the serious sage, who followeth the footsteps of Faith: 
And we, all we, are but handmaids, ministers of minor bliss. 
Who rejoice to be counted servants in the train of a Queen so glorious. 
But for her name, son of man, it is strange to the language of heaven. 
For those who have never fallen need not and m,ay not learn it: 
Ligeance we sware to our God, and ligeance well have we kept; 
It is only the band of the redeemed who can tell thee the fulness of that 

name: (^^) 
Yet will I comfort thee, my son, for the love wherewith thou hast loved 

me. 
And thou shalt touch for thyself the golden sceptre of Religion. 

So that blessed train passed by me ; but the vision was sealed upon my 

soul; 
And its memory is shrined in fragrance, for the promise of the Spirit was 

true: 
1 learn from the silent poem of all creation round me. 
How beautiful their feet, who follow in that traip 



OF A TRINITY. (») 



Despise not, shrewd reckoner, the God of a good man's worship. 
Neither let thy calculating folly gainsay the unity of three; 
Nor scorn another's creed, although he cannot solve thy doubts; 
Reason is the follower of faith, where he may not be precursor: 
It is written, and so we believe, waiting not for outward proof, 
Inasmuch as mysteries inscrutable are the clear prerogatives of Godhead. 
Reason hath nothing positive, faith hath nothing doubtful ; 
And the height of unbelieving wisdom is to question all things. 
When there is marvel in a doctrine, faith is joyful and adoreth; 
But when all is clear, what place is left for faith ? 
Tell me the sum of thy knowledge, — is it yet assured of any thing ? 
Despise not what is wonderful, when all things are wonderful around thee. 
From the multitude of like effects, thou sayest, behold a law: 
And the matter thou art baffled in unmaking, is to thy mind an element. 
Then look abroad, I pray thee, for analogy holdeth every where. 
And the Maker hath stamped his name on every creature of his hand : 
I know not of a matter or a spirit, that is not three in one. 
And truly should account it for a marvel, a coin without the image of its 
Caesar. 

Man talketh of himselt as ignorant, but judgeth by himself as wise: 
His own guess counteth he truth, but the notions of another are his scorn 
But bear thou yet with a brother, whose thought may be less subtle ihar 

thine own, 
And suffer the passing speculation suggested by analogies to faith 
Like begetteth like, and the great sea of Existence 

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SEBiES I.] OF A TRINITY. 87 



In each of its uncounted waves holdeth up a mirror to its Maker : 

Like begetteth like, and the spreading tree of being 

With each of its trefoil leaves pointeth at the trinity of God. 

Let him whose eyes have been unfilmed, read this homily in all things. 

And thou, of duller sight, despise not him that readeth: 

There be three grand principles; life, generation, and obedience; 

Shadowing in every creature, the Spirit, and the Father, and the Son. 

There be three grand unities, variously mixed in trinities. 

Three catholic divisors of the million sums of matter : 

Yea, though science hath not seen it, climbing the ladder of experiment. 

Let faith, in the presence of her God, promulgate the mighty truth • 

Of three sole elements all nature's works consist : 

The pine, and the rock to which it clingeth, and the eagle sailing around 

it; 
The lion, and the northern whale, and the deeps wherein he sporteth; 
The lizard sleeping in the sun ; the lightning flashing from a cloud ; 
The rose, and the ruby, and the pearl ; each one is made of three ; 
And the three be the like ingredients, mingled in diverse measures. 
Thyself hast within thyself body, and life, and mind : 
Matter, and breath, and instinct, unite in all beasts of the field; 
Substance, coherence, and weight, fashion the fabrics of the earth; 
The will, the doing, and the deed, combine to frame a fact: 
The stem, the leaf, and the flower; beginning, middle, and end; 
Cause, circumstance, consequent; and every three is one. 
Yea, the very breath of man's life consisteth of a trinity of vapours, 
And the noonday light is a compound, the triune shadow of Jehovah. (2°) 

Shall all things else be in mystery, and God alone be understood ? 

Shall finite fathom infinity, though it sound not the shallow^s of creation ' 

Shall a man comprehend his Maker, being yet a riddle to himself ? 

Or time teach the lesson that eternity cannot master ^ 

If God be nothing more than one, a child can compass the thought; 

Bu^ seraphs fail to unravel the wondrous unity of three. 

One verily He is, for there can be but one who is all mighty; 

Yet the oracles of nature and religion proclaim Him three in one. 

And where were the value to thy soul, miserable denizen of earth. 

Of the idle pageant of the cross, where hung no sacrifice for thee ? 



SS PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series i 

Where the worth to thine impotent heart, of that stirred Bethesda, 

All numbed and palsied as it is, by the scorpion stin^^s of sin? 

No, thy trinity of nature, enchained by treble death, 

Helplessly craveth of its God, himself for three salvations: 

The soul to be reconciled in love, the mind to be glorified in light, 

While this poor dying body leapeth into life. 

And if indeed for us all the costly ransom hath been paid. 

Bethink thee, could less than Deity have owned so vast a treasure ? 

Could a man contend with God, and stand against the bosses of His 

buckler. 
Rendering the balance for guilt, atonement to the uttermost ? 
Thou art subtle to thine own thinking, but wisdom judgeth thee a fool. 
Resolving thou wilt not bow the knee to a Being thou canst not com- 
prehend : 
The mind that could compass perfection were itself perfection's equal ; 
And reason refuseth its homage to a God who can be fully understood. 

Thou that despisest mystery, yet canst expound nothing, 

Wherefore rejectest thou the fact that solveth the enigma of all things? 

Wherefore veilest thou thine eyes, lest the light of revelation sun them, 

And puttest aside the key that would open the casket of truth? 

The mind and the nature of God is shadowed in all his works, 

And none could have guessed of his essence, had He not uttered it himself 

Therefore, thou child of folly, that scornest the record of his wisdom. 

Learn from the consistencies of nature the needful miracle of Godhead: 

Yea, let the heathen be thy teacher, who adoreth many gods. 

For there is no wide-spread error that hath not truth for its beginning. 

Be content; thine eye cannot see all the sides of a cube at one view, 

Nor thy mind in the self-same moment follow two ideas : 

There aie now many marvels in thy creed, believing what thou seest. 

Then let not the conceit of intellect hinder thee from w^orshipping mysterv 



OF THINKING. 



Keflection is a flower of the nimd, giving out wholesome fragrance, 

But reverie is the same flower, when rank and running to seed. 

Better to read little with thought, than much with levity and quickness ; 

For mind is not as merchandize, which decreaseth in the using. 

But liker to the passions of man, which rejoice and expand in exertion : 

Yet live not w^holly on thine own ideas, lest they lead thee astray ; 

For in spirit, as in substance, thou art a social creature ; 

And if thou leanest on thyself, thou rejectedst the guidance of thy betters, 

Yea, thou contemnest all men, — Am I not wiser than they? — 

Foolish vanity hath blinded thee, and warped thy w^eak judgment: 

For, though new ideas flow from new springs, and enrich the treasury ol 

knowledge, 
Yet listen often, ere thou think much ; and look around thee ere thou 

judgest. 
Memory, the daughter of Attention, is the teeming mother of Wisdom, 
And safer is he that storeth know^ledge, than he that would make it for 

himself. 

Imagination is not thought, neither is fancy reflection : 

Thought paceth like a hoary sage, but imagination hath wings as an eagle ; 

Reflection sternly considereth, nor is sparing to condemn evil, 

But fancy lightly laugheth, in the sun-clad garden of amusement. 

For the shy game of the fowler the quickest shot is the surest ; 

But with slow care and measured aim the gunner pointeth his cannon : 

So for all less occasions, the surface-thought is best, 

But to be master of the great take thou heavier metal. 

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90 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series i. 

It is a good thing, and a wholesome, to search out bosom sins, 
But to be the hero of sellish imaginings, is the subtle poison of pride : 
At night, in the stillness of thy chamber, guard and curb thy thoughts, 
And in recounting the doings of the day, beware that thou do it with 

prayer, 
Or thinking will be an idle pleasure, and retrospect yield no fruit. 
Steer the bark of thy mind from the syren isle of reverie, 
And let a watchful spirit mingle with the glance of recollection : 
Also, in examining thine heart, in sounding the fountain of thine actions, 
Be more careful of the evil than of the good : and humble thyself in Ihy 



The root of all wholesome thought is knowledge of thyself, 
For thus only canst thou learn the character of God toward thee. 
He made thee, and thou art ; he redeemed thee, and thou wilt be : 
Thou art evil, yet he loveth thee : thou sinnest, yet he pardoneth thee. 
Though thou canst not perceive him, yet is he in all his works. 
Infinite in grand outline, infinite in minute perfection : 
Nature is the chart of God, mapping out all his attributes; 
Art is the shadow of his wisdom, and copieth his resources. 
Thou knowest the laws of matter to be emanations of his will. 
And thy best reason for aught is this, — thou, Lord, would have it so. 
Yea, what is any law but an absolute decree of God ? 
Or the properties of matter and mind, but the arbitrary fiats of Jehovah ? 
*He made and ordained necessity; he forged the chain of reason; 
And holdeth in his own right hand the first of the golden links. 
A fool regardeth mind as the spiritual essence of matter. 
And not rather matter as the gross accident of mind. 
Can finite govern infinite, or a part exceed the whole. 
Or the wisdom of God sit down at the feet of innate necessity ? 
Necessity is a creature of his hand : for He can never change; 
And chance hath no existence where every thing is needful. 

Canst thou measure Omnipotence, canst thou conceive Ubiquity, 
Which guideth the meanest re])tile, and qiiickeneth the brightest seraph. 
Which steereth the particles of dust, and commandeth the path of the 
comet ? 



SERIES I.] OF THINKING. 91 



To Him all things are equal, for all things are necessary. 

The smith is wear}^ at his forge, and weldeth the metal carelessly, 

And the anchor breaketh in its bed ; and the vessel foundereth with her 

crew : 
A word of anger is muttered, engendering the midnight murder: 
The sun bursteth from a cloud, and maddeneth the toiling husbandman. 
Shall these things be, and God not know it ? 

Shall he know, and not be in them ? shall he see, and not be among them ? 
And how can they be otherwise than as he knoweth ? 
Truly, the Lord is in all things ; verily, he worketh in all. 
Think thus, and thy thoughts are firm, ascribing each circumstance to 

Him; 
Yet know surely, and believe the truth, that God willeth not evil : 
For adversities are blessings in disguise, and wickedness the Lord 

abhorreth ; 
That he is in all things is an axiom, and that he is righteous in ail: 
Ascribe holiness to Him, while thou musest on the mystery of sin. 
For infinite can grasp that, which finite cannot compass. 

In works of art, think justly : what praise canst thou render unto man ? 
For he made not his own mind, nor is he the source of contrivance. 
If a cunning workman maketh an engine that fashioneth curious works. 
Which hath the praise, the machine or its maker, — the engine, or he that 

framed it ? 
And could he frame it so subtly as to give it a will and freedom. 
Endow it with complicated powers, and a glorious living soul. 
Who, while he admireth the wondrous understanding creature, 
Will not pay deeper homage to the Maker of master minds ? 
Otherwise, thou art senseless as the pagan, that adoreth his own handi- 
work ; 
Vei, while thou boastest of thy wisdom, thy mind is as the mind of the 

savage. 
For he boweth down to his idols, and thou art a worshipper of self. 
Giving to the reasoning machine the credit due to its creator. 

The keystone of thy mind, to give thy thoughts solidity. 

To bind them as in an arch, to fix them as a world in its sphere, 

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•d PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series t 

Is to learn from the book of the Lord, to drink from the well of hia 

wisdom. 
Who can condense the sun, or analyse the fulness of the Bible, 
So that its ideas be gathered, and the harvest of its wisdom be brought in? 
That book is easy to the man who setteth his heart to understand it. 
But to the careless and profane it shall seem the foolishness of God ; 
And it is a delicate test to prove thy moral state ; 
To the humble disciple it is bread, but a stone to the proud and 

unbelieving : 
A Rcorner shall find nothing but the husks, wherewith to feed his hunger, 
But for the soul of the simple, it is plenty of full-ripe wheat. 
T'he Scripture abideth the same in the sober majesty of truth ; 
And the differing aspects of its teaching proceed from diversity in minds. 
He that would learn to think may gain that knowledge there ; 
For the living word, as an angel, standeth at the gate of wisdom. 
And publisheth. This is the w^ay, walk ye surely in it. 
Religion taketh by the hand the humble pupil of repentance. 
And teacheth him lessons of mystery, solving the questions of doubt; 
She maketh man worthy of himself, of his high prerogative of reason, 
Threadeth all the labyrinths of thought, and leadeth him to his God. 

Come hither, child of meditation, upon whose high fair forehead 

Glittereth the star of mind in its unearthly lustre, 

Hast thou nought to tell us of thine airy joys, — 

When borne on sinewy pinions, strong as the western condor. 

The soul, after soaring for a while round the cloud-capped Andes of 

reflection. 
Glad in its conscious immortality, leaveth a world behind. 
To dare at one bold flight the broad Atlantic to another ? 
Hast thou no secret pangs to w^hisper common men, 
No dread of thine own energies, still active, day and night, 
Lest too ecstatic heat sublime thyself away. 
Or vivid horrors, sharp and clear, madden thy lense fibres.? 
In half-shaped visions of sleep hast thou not feared thy flittings, 
Lest reason, like a raking hawk, return not to thy call; 
Nor waked to work-day life with throbbing head and heart, 
Nor welcomed early dawn to save thcc from unrest? 



eERiEs 1.] OF THlrsKING. 93 

For the wearied spirit lieth as a fainting maiden, 

('aptive and borne away on the warrior's foam -covered steed, 

And sinketh down wounded, as a gladiator on the sand. 

While the keen falchion of Intellect is cutting through the scabbard of the 

brain. 
Imagination, like a shadowy giant looming on the twilight of the Hartz, 
Shall overwhelm Judgment with affright, and scare him from his throne : 
In a dream thou mayst be mad, and feel the fire within thee ; 
In a dream thou mayst travel out of self, and see thee with the eyes of 

another ; 
Or sleep in thine own corpse ; or wake as in many bodies : 
Or swell, as expanded to infinity ; or shrink, as imprisoned to a point ; 
Or among moss-grown ruins may wander with tne sullen disembodied. 
And gaze upon their glassy eyes until thy heart-blood freeze. 

Alone must thou stand, man ! alone at the bar of judgment; 
Alone must thou bear thy sentence, alone must thou answer for thy deeds 
Therefore it is well thou retirest often to secrecy and solitude. 
To feel that thou art accountable separately from thy fellows : 
For a crowd hideth truth from the eyes, society drowneth thought. 
And, being but one among many, stifleth the chidings of conscience. 
Solitude bringeth woe to the wicked, for his crimes are told out in his ear, 
But addeth peace to the good, for the mercies of his God are numbered. 
Thou mayst know if it be well with a man, — loveth he gaiety or solitude? 
For the troubled river rusheth to the sea, but the calm lake slumbereth 

among the mountains. 
How dear to the mind of the sage are the thoughts that are bred in 

loneliness, 
For there is as it were music at his heart, and he talketh within him as 

with friends: 
But guilt maddeneth the brain, and terror glareth in the eye. 
Where, in his solitary cell, the malefactor wrestleth with remorse. 
Give me but a lodge in the wilderness, drop me on an island in the desert. 
And thought shall yield me happiness, though I may not increase it by 

imparting : 
For the soul never slumbereth, but is as the eye of the Eternal, 
And miad, the breath of God, knov/eth not ideal vacuity: 



94 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series i 

At night, after weariness and watching, the body sinketh into sleep, 

But the mental eye is awake, and thou reasonest in thy dreams : 

In a dream thou mayst live a lifetime, and all be forgotten in the 

morning ; 
Even such is life^ and so socn perisheth its memory. 



OF SPEAKING. 



Speech is the golden Harvest that followeth the flowering: of thought ; 

Yet oftentimes runnetn it to husk, and the grains be withered ana scanty' . 

Speech is reason's brotner, and a kingly prerogative of man, 

That likeneth him to his Maker, who spake, and it was done : 

Spirit may mingle with spirit, but sense requireth a symbol ; 

And speech is the body of a thought, without which it were not seen. 

When thou walkest, musing with thyself, in the green aisles of the forest, 

Utter thy thinkings aloud, that they take a shape and being; 

For he that pondereth in silence crowdeth the storehouse of his mind, 

And though he have heaped great riches, yet is he hindered in ihe usmg. 

A man that speaketh too little, and thinketh much and deeply, 

Corrodeth his own heart-strings, and keepeth back good from his fellows 

A man that speaketh too much, and museth but little and lightly, 

Wasteth his mind in words, and is counted a fool among men : 

But thou, when thou hast thought, weave charily the web of meditation. 

And clothe the ideal spirit in the suitable garments of speech. 

Uttered out of time, or concealed in its season, good savoureth of evil; 

To be secret looketh like guilt, to speak out may breed contention : 

Often have I known the honest heart, flaming with indignant virtue. 

Provoke unneeded war by its rash ambassador the tongue : 

Often have I seen the charitable man go so slily on his mission, 

That those who met him in the twilight, took him for a skulking thief: 

I have heard the zealous youth telling out his holy secrets 

Before a swinish throng, who mocked him as he spake ; 

And I considered, his openness was hardening them that mocked. 

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96 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. Iseribs i. 

Whereas, a judicious keeping-back might have won their sympathy; 

I have judged rashly and harshly the hand liberal in the dark. 

Because in the broad daylight it hath holden it a virtue to be close ; 

And the silent tongue have I condemned, because reserve hath chained it, 

That it hid, yea from a brother, the kindness it had done by comforting 

No need to sound a trumpet, but less to hush a footfall : 

Do thou thy good openly, not as though the doing were a crime. 

Secrecy goeth cowled, and Honesty demandeth wherefore ? 

For he judgeth, — ^judgeth he not well? — that nothing need be hid but 

guilt ; 
Why should thy good be evil spoken of through thine unrighteous silence 
If thou art challenged, speak, and prove the good thou doest. 
The free example of benevolence, unobtruded, yet unbidden, 
Soundeth in the ears of sloth. Go. and do thou likewise : 
And I wot the hypocrite's sin to be of darker dye. 
Because the good man, fearing, thereby hideth his light: 
But neither God nor man hath bid thee cloak thy good. 
When a seasonable word would set thee in thy sphere, that all might see 

thy brightness. 
Ascribe the honour to thy Lord, but be thou jealous of that honour. 
Nor think it light and worthless, because thou mayst not wear it for 

thyself : 
Remember thy grand prerogative is free unshackled utterance, 
And suffer not the floodgates of secrecy to lock the fuiI river of thy speech- 

Come, I will show thee an affliction, unnumbered among this worla's 

sorrows. 
Yet real and wearisome and constant, embittering the cup of life. 
There be, who can think within themselves, and the fire burneth at theii 

heart. 
And eloquence waiteth at their lips, yet they speak not with their tongue: 
There be, whom zeal quickeneth, or slander stirreth to reply, 
Or need constraineth to ask, or i)ity sendeth as her messengers, 
But nervous dread and sensitive shame freeze the current of their speech; 
The mouth is sealed as with lead, a cold weight prcsselh on the heart. 
The mocking promise of power is once more broken in performance. 
And they stand impotent of words, travailing with unborn thoughts: 



SERIES I.] OF SPEAKING. 



Courage is cowed at the portal : wisdom is w^idow^ed of utterance ; 
He that went to comfort is pitied; he that should rebuke, is silent 
And fools who might listen and learn, stand by to look and laugh; 
While friends, with kinder eyes, wound deeper by compassion, 
And thought, finding not a vent, smoulderelh, gnawing at the heart. 
And the man sinketh in his sphere, for lack of empty sounds. 
There be many cares and sorrows thou hast not yet considered, 
And well may thy soul rejoice m the fair privilege of speech ; 
For at every turn to want a word, — thou canst not guess that want ; 
It is as lack of breath or bread : life hath no grief more galling. 

Come, I will tell thee of a joy, w^hich the parasites of pleasure have not 

known. 
Though earth and air and sea have gorged all the appetites of sense. 
Behold, what fire is in his eye, what fervour on his cheek ! 
That glorious burst of winged words ! — how bound they from his tongue 
The full expression of the mighty thought, the strong triumphant ar- 
gument, 
The rush of native eloquence, resistless as Niagara, 
The keen demand, the clear reply, the fine poetic image, 
The nice analogy, the clenching fact, the metaphor bold and free, 
The grasp of concentrated intellect wielding the omnipotence of truth, 
The grandeur of his speech, in his majesty of mind ! 
Champion of the right, — patriot, or priest, or pleader of the innocen 

cause, 
Upon whose lips the mystic bee hath dropped the honey of persuasion, (2') 
Whose heart and tongue have been touched, as of old, by the live coal 

from the altar. 
How wide the spreading of thy peace, how deep the draught of thy 

pleasures ! 
To hold the multitude as one, breathing in measured cadence, 
A thousand men with flashing eyes, \vaiting upon thy will ; 
A thousand hearts kindled by thee with consecrated fire, 
Ten flaming spiritual hecatombs offered on the mount of God : 
And now a pause, a thrillmg pause, — they live but in thy words, — 
Thou hast broken the bounds of self, as the Nile at its rising. 
Thou art expanded into them, one faith, one hope, one spirit, 

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They breathe but in thy breath, their minds are passive unto thine. 

Thou turnest the key of their love, bending their afioctions to tny pur- 
pose, 

And ail, in sympathy with thee, tremble with tumultuous emotions. 

Verily, O man, with truth lor thy theme, eloquence shall throne thee with 
archangels 



OF READIi^«j. 



Oke drachma for a ^ood book, and a thousand talents for a true friend: — 

So standelh the market where scarce is ever costly : 

Yea, were the diamonds of Golconda common as shingles on the shore, 

A ripe apple would ransom kings before a shining stone: 

And so, were a wholesome book as rare as an honest friend, 

To choose the book be mine : the friend let another take. 

For altered looks and jealousies and fears have none entrance there: 

The silent volume listeneth well, and speaketh w^hen thou listest: 

It praise th thy good without envy, it chideth thine evil w^ithout maiicr, 

It is to thee thy waiting slave, and thine unbending teacher. 

Need to humor no caprice, need to bear with no infirmity, 

Thy sin, thy slander, or neglect, chilleth not, quencheth not, its love; 

Unalterably speaketh it the truth, w^arped nor by error not interest; 

For a good book is the best of friends, the same to-day and for ever. 

To draw thee out of self, thy petty plans and cautions. 

To teach thee what thou lackest, to tell thee how largely thou art blest, 

To lure thy thought from sorrow, to feed thy famished mind. 

To graft another's wisdom on thee, pruning thine own folly, 

Choose discreetly, and well digest the volume most suited to thy case, 

Touching not religion with levity, nor deep things when thou art wearied 

Thy mind is freshened by morning air, grapple v*^ith science and 

philosophy ; 
Noon hath unnorved thy thoughts, dream for a while on fictions; 
Gray evening sobereth thy spirit, walk thou then with w^orshippers ; 
But reason shall dig deepest in the night, and fancy liy most free. 



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books, ye monuments of mind, concrete wisdom of the wisest; 

Sweet solaces of daily life ; proofs and results of immortality ; 

Trees yielding all fruits, whose leaves are for the healing of the nations, 

Groves of knowledge, where all may eat, nor fear a flaming sword; 

G^entle comrades, kind advisers ; friends, comforts, treasures : 

Helps, governments, diversities of tongues ; w^o can weigh your worth ? — 

To walk no longer w^ith the just ; to be driven from the porch of science ; 

To bid long adieu to those intimate ones, poets, philosophers, and teachers; 

To see no record of the sympathies which bind thee in communion with 

the good ; 
To be thrust from the feet of Him, who spake as never man spake ; 
To have no avenue to heaven but the dim aisle of superstition ; 
To live as an Esquimaux, in lethargy ; to die as the Mohawk, in 

ignorance : 
w^hat were life, but a blank ? what w^re death, but a terror ? 
What were man, but a burden to himself ? what were mind, but misery ? 
Yea, let another Omar burn the full library of knowledge, (-) 
And the broad world may perish in the flames, ofl^ered on the ashes of its 

wisdom ! 



OF WRITING. 



The pen of a ready writer, whereunto shall it be likened ? 

Ask of the scholar, he shall know, — to the chains that bind a Proteus: 

Ask of the poet, he shall say, — to the sun, the lamp of heaven ; 

Ask of thy neighbour, he can answer, to the friend that telleth my 

thought : 
The merchant considereth it well, as a ship freighted with wares; 
The divine holdeth it a miracle, giving utterance to the dumb. 
It fixeth, expoundeth, and disseminateth sentiment; 
Chaining up a thought, clearing it of mystery, and sending it bright into 

the world. 
To think rightly, is of knowledge; to speak fluently, is of nature ; 
To read with profit, is of care ; but to write aptly, is of practice. 
No talent among men hath more scholars and fewer masters : 
For to write is to speak beyond hearing, and none stand by to explain. 
To be accurate, write ; to remember, write ; to know thine own mind, 

write : 
And a written prayer is a prayer of faith ; special, sure, and to hv 

answered. 
Hast thou a thought upon thy brain, catch it while thou canst ; 
Dr other thoughts shall settle there, and this shall soon take wing : 
Thine uncompounded unity of soul, which argueth and maketh it 

immortal, 
Yieldeth up its momentary self to every single thought ; 
Therefore, to husband thine ideas, and give them stability and substance. 
Write often for thy secret eye : so shalt thou grow w^iser. 
The commonest mind is full of thoughts ; some worthy of the rarest ; 
And could it see them fairly writ, would wonder at its wealth. 



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precious compensation to the dunnl), to \vrite his wants and wishes: 
dear amends to the stammering tongue, to pen his burning thoughts' 
To be of the college of Eloquence, through these silent symbols; 
To pour out all the flowing mind without the toil of speech; 
To show the babbling world how it might discourse more sweetly; 
To prove that merchandize of words bringeth no monopoly of wisdom , 
To take sweet vengeance on a prating crew, for the tongue's dishonour, 
By the large triumph of the pen, the homage rendered to a writing. 
With such, that telegraph of mind is dearer than wealth or wisdom, 
Enabling to please without pain, to impart without humiliation. 

Fair girl, whose eye hath caught the rustic penmanship of love, 

Let thy bright brow and blushing cheek confess in this sweet hour, — 

Let thy full heart, poor guilty one, whom the scroll of pardon hath just 

reached, — 
Thy wet glad face, mother, with news of a far-off child, — 
Thy sirong and manly delight, pilgrim of other shores, 
When the dear voice of thy betrothed speaketh in the letter of affection* — 
Let the young poet exulting in his lay, and hope (how false) of fame. 
While watching at deep midnight, he buildeth up the verse, — 
Let the calm child of genius, whose name shall never die, 
For that the transcript of his mind hath made his thoughts immortal, — 
Let thess, let all, with no faint praise, with no light gratiiude, confess 
The blessings poured upon the earth from the pen of a ready writer. 

IMoREOVER, their preciousness in absence is proved by the desire of their 

presence : 
When the despairing lover waiteth day after day, 
Looking for a word in reply, one word writ by that hand. 
And cursing bitterly the morn ushered in by blank disappointment* 
Or when the long-looked-for answer argueth a cooling friend, 
And the mind is plied suspiciously with dark inexplicable doubts. 
While thy wounded heart counteth its imaginary scars. 
And thou art the innocent and injured, that friend the capricious and in 

fault : 
Or when the earnest petition, that craveth for thy needs 
Unheeded, yea, unopened, tortureth w^ith starving delay : 



SERIES i."l OF WRITING. 103 

Or when the silence of a son, who would have written of his welfare, 

Racketh a father's bosom with sharp-cutting fears, 

For a letter, timely writ, is a rivet to the chain of affection, 

And a letter, untimely delayed, is as rust to the solder. 

The pen, flowing with love, or dipped black in hate, 

Or tipped with delicate courtesies, or harshly edged with censure. 

Hath quickened more good than the sun, more evil than the sword. 

More joy than woman's smile, more woe than frowning fortune ; 

And shouldst thou ask my judgment of that which hath most profit in the 

world. 
For answer take thou this. The prudent penning of a letter. 

Thou hast not lost an hour, whereof there is a record ; 

A written thought at midnight shall redeem the livelong day. 

Idea is a shadow that departeth, speech is fleeting as the wind, 

Reading is an unremembered pastime : but a writing is eternal : 

For therein the dead heart liveth, the clay-cold tongue is eloquent. 

And the quick eye of the reader is cleared by the reed of the scribe. 

As a fossil in the reck, or a coin in the mortar of a ruin. 

So the symboUed thoughts tell of a departed soul : 

The plastic hand hath its witness in a statue, and exactitude of vision in 

a picture. 
And so, the mind, that was among us, in its writings is embalmed. 



OF WEALTH. 



Prodigality hath a sister Meanness, his fixed antagonist heart-fellow, 
Who often out-Iiveth the short career of the brother she despiseth : 
She hath lean lips and a sharp look, and her e^es are red and hungry; 
But she sloucheth at his gait, and his mouth speaketh loosely and 

maudlin. 
Let a spendthrift grow to he old, he will set his heart on saving, 
And labour to build up by penury that which extravagance threw down: 
Even so, with most men, do riches earn themselves a double curse ; 
They are ill-got by tight dealing : they are ill-spent by loose squan- 
dering. 
Give me enough, saith Wisdom ; — for he feareth to ask for more ; 
And that by the sweat oi my brow, addeth stout-hearted Independence : 
Give me enough, and not less, for want is leagued with the tempter ; 
Poverty shall make a man desperate, and hurry him ruthless into crime ; 
Give me enough, and not more, saving for the children of distress; 
Wealth ofttimes killeth, where want but hindereth the budding : 
There is green glad summer near the pole, though brief and after long 

winter. 
But the burnt breasts of the torrid zone yield never kindly nourishment. 
Wouldst thou be poor, scatter to the rich, — and reap the tares of in- 
gratitude ; 
Wouldst thou be rich, give unto the poor ; — thou shalt have thine own 

with usury : 
For the secret hand of Providence prospereth the charitable all ways, 
Good luck shall he have in his pursuits, and his heart shall be glad with- 
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SERIES I.] OF WEALTH. 106 

Yet perchance he never shall perceive, that even as to earthly gains, 
The cause of his weal, as of his joy, hath been small givings to the poor 

In the plain of Benares is there found a root that fathereth a forest, 
Where round the parent banian-ti'ee drop its living scions; 
Thirstily they strain to the earth, like stalactites in a grotto, 
And strike broad roots, and branch again, lengthening their cool ar- 
cades: 
And the dervish madly danceth there, and the faquir is torturing his fiesh. 
And the calm brahmin worshippeth the sleek and pampered bull; 
At the base lean jackalls coil, while from above depending 
With dull malignant stare watcheth the branch-like boa. 
Even so, in man's heart is a sin that is the root of all evil ; 
Whose fibres strangle the affections, w^hose branches overgrow^ the mmd. 
And oftenest beneath its shadow thou shall meet distorted piety, — 
The clenched and rigid fist, with the eyes upturned to heaven, 
Fanatic zeal with miserly severity, a mixture of gain with godliness. 
And him, against whom passion hath no power, kneeling to a golden 

calf: 
The hungry hounds of extortion are there, the bond, and the mortgage, 

and the wTit, 
While the appetite for gold, unslumbering, w^atcheth to glut its maw : — 
And the heart, so tenanted and shaded, is cold to all things else ; 
It seeth not the sunshine of heaven, nor is w^armed by the light of chanty. 

For covetousness disbelieveth God, and laugh eth at the lights of men ; 

Spurring unto theft and lying, and tempting to the poison and the knife ; 

It sundereth the bonds of love, and quickeneth the flames of hate ; 

A curse that shall wither the brain, and case the heart w^ith iron. 

Content is the true riches, for w^ithout it there is no satisfying. 

But a ravenous all-devouring hunger gnaweth the vitals of the soul. 

The wase man know^eth where to stop, as he runneth in the race oi for- 
tune. 

For experience of old hath taught him that happiness lingereth midway ; 

And many in hot pursuit have hasted to the goal of wealth. 

But have lost, as they ran, those apples of gold, — the mind and the powei 
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106 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series i. 

There is no greater evil among men than a testament framed with injus- 
tice: 
Where caprice hath guided the boon, or dishonesty refused what was due. 
Generous is the robber on the highway, in the open daring of his guilt, 
To the secret coward, whose malice liveth and harmeth after him . 
Who smoothly sank into the tomb with the smile of fraud upon his face. 
And the last black deed of his existence was injury w^ithout redress; 
For deaf is the ear of the dead, and can hear no palliating reasons; 
The smiter is not among the living, and Right pleadeth Inil in vain. 
Yet shall the curse of the oppressed be as blight upon the grave of the 

unjust ; 
Yea, bitterly shall that handwriting testify against him at the judgment. 
I saw the humble relation that tended the peevishne.'-s of wealth. 
And ministered with kind hand to the wailings of disease and discontent; 
I noted how watchfulness and care were feeding on the marrow^ of her 

youth. 
How heavy was the yoke of dependence, loaded by petty tyranny; 
Yet I heard the frequent suggestion, — It cannot be but a little longer. 
Patience and mute submission shall one day reap a rich reward. 
So, tacitly enduring much, waited that humble friend, 
Putting off the lover of her youth until the dawn of wealth : 
And it came, that day of release, and the freed heart could not sorrow. 
For now were the years of promise to yield their golden harvest: 
Hope, so long deferred, sickly sparkled in her eye, 
Tlie miserable past was forgotten, as she looked for the lia})})ier future. 
And she checked, as unworthy and ungrateful, the dark suspicious 

thought 
That perchance her right had been the safer, if not left alone with honour : 
But, alas, the sad knowledge soon came, that her stern task-master's w^ill 
Hath rewarded her toil with a jibe, her patience w^ith utter destitution ! — 
Shall not the scourge of justice lash that cruel coward. 
Who mingled the gall of ingratitude with the bitterness of disappointment.' 
Shall not the hate of men, and vengeance, fiercely pursuing, 
Hunt down the WTetched being that sinneth in his grave ? 
He fancied his idol self safe from the wrath of his fellows. 
But Hades rose as he came m, to pomt at him the finger of scorn; 
A.nd again must he me-^t that orphan-maid to answ^er her face to face, 



SERIES I.] OF WEALTH. 107 

And her wrongs shall cling around his neck, to hinder him from rising 

with the just : 
For his last most solemn act hath linked his name with liar. 
And the crime of Ananias is branded on his brow ! 

A good man commendeth his cause to the one great Patron of innocence. 

Convinced of justice at the last, and sure of good meanwhile. 

He knoweth he hath a Guardian, wise and kind and strong, 

And can thank Him for giving, or refusing, the trust or the curse of 

riches : 
His confidence standeth as a rock ; he dreadeth not malice nor caprice. 
Nor the whisperings of artful men, nor envious secret influence ; 
He scorneth servile compromise, and the pliant mouthings of deceit ; 
He maketh not a show of love, where he cannot concede esteem ; 
He regardeth ill-got wealth, as the root most fruitful of wretchedness. 
So he walketh in strict integrity, leaning on God and his right. 

No gain, but by its price ; labour, for the poor man's meal, 

Ofttimes heart-sickening toil, to win him a morsel for his hunger: 

Labour, for the chapman at his trade, a dull unvaried round, 

Fear after year, unto death ; yea, what a weariness is it ! 

Labour, for the pale-faced scribe, drudging at his hated desk, 

Who bartereth for needful pittance the untold gold of health ; 

Labour, with fear, for the merchant, whose hopes are ventured on the 

sea ; 
Labour, with care, for the man of law, responsible in his gains; 
Labour, with envy and annoyance, where strangers will thee wealth ; 
Labour, with indolence and gloom, where wealth falleth from a father; 
Labour unto all, whether aching thews, or aching head, or spirit, — 
The curse on the sons of men, in all their states, is labour. 
Nevertheless, to the diligent, labour bringeth blessing : 
The thought of duty sweetcneth toil, and travail is as pleasure ; 
And time spent in doing hath a comfort that is not for the idle. 
The hardship is transmuted into joy, by the dear alchemy of Mercy 
Labour is good for a man, bracing up his energies to conquest, 
And without it hfe is dull, the man perceiving himself useless: 
For wearily the body groaneth, like a door on rusty hinges. 



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And the grasp of the mind is weakened, as the talons of a caged vulture. 
\\ calth hath never given happiness, hut often hastened misery : 
Enough hath never caused misery, but often quickened happiness: 
Enough is less than thy thought, pampered creature of society, 
And he that hath more than enou";h, is a thief of the ri2;hts of his brother. 



OF INVENTION, 



Man is proud of his mind, boasting that it giveth him divinity. 
Yet with all its powers can it originate nothing; 
For the great God into all his works hath largely poured out himself. 
Saving one special property, the grand prerogative, — Creation. 
To improve and expand is ours, as well as to limit and defeat ; 
But to create a thought or a thing is hopeless and impossible. 
Can a man make matter ? — and yet this would-be god 
Thinketh to make mind, and form original idea : 
The potter must have his clay, and the mason his quarry, 
And mind must drain ideas from every thing around it. 
Doth the soil generate herbs, or the torrid air breed flies. 
Or the water frame its monads, or the mist its swarming blight? — 
Mediately, through thousand generations, having seeds within them- 
selves. 
All things, rare or gross, owm one common Father. 
Truly spake Wisdom, There is nothing new under the sun : 
We only arrange and combine the ancient elements of all things. 
Invention is activity of mind, as fire is air in motion. 
A sharpening of the spiritual sight, to discern hidden aptitudes* 
From the basket and acanthus, is modelled the graceful capital : 
The shadowed profile on the wall helpeth the limner to his likeness : 
The footmarks stamped in clay, lead on the thoughts to printing; 
The strange skin garments cast upon the shore suggest another he- 
misphere : (^^) 
A falling apple taught the sage pervading gravitation ; 
The Huron is certain of his prey, from tracks upon the grass ; 



no PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series i. 

And shrewdness, guessing on the hint, foUoweth on the trail : 
But the hint must he given, the trail must be there, or the keenest sight is 
as blindness. 

BnnoLD the barren reef, which an earthquake hath just leit dry; 

]l hath no beauty to boast of, no harvest of fair fruits: 

But soon the lichen iixeth there, and, dying, diggeth its own grave, (^*) 

An:l softening suns and splitting frosts crumble the reluctant surface ; 

And cormorants roost there, and the snail addeth its shme, 

And efts, with muddy feet, bring their welcome tribute; 

And the sea casteth out her dead, wrapped in a shroud of weeds; 

And orderly nature arrangeth again the disunited atomiS: 

Anon, the cold smooth stone is warm with feathery grass, 

And the light sporules of the fern are dropt by the passing wind. 

The wood-pigeon, on swift wing, leaveth its crop-full of grain, 

The squirrel's jealous care planteth the fir-cone and the filbert ; 

Years pass, and the sterile rock is rank with tangled herbage; 

The wild vine clingeth to the briar, and ivy runneth green among the 

corn, 
Lordly beeches arc studded on the down, and willows crowd around the 

rivulet. 
And the tall pine and hazel thicket shade the rambling hunter. 
Shall the rock boast of its fertility? shall it lift the head in pride? — 
Shall tlie mind of man be vain of the harvest of its thoughts? 
The savage is that rock: and a million chances from wiihout. 
By little and little acting on the mind, heap up the hotbed of society ; 
And the soul, fed and fattened on the thoughts and things around it, 
Groweth to perfection, full of fruit, the fruit of foreign seeds. 
For we learn upon a hint, we find upon a clue. 
We yield an hundred-fold ; but the great sower is Analogy. 
There must be an acrid sloe before a luscious peach, 
A boll of rotting flax before the bridal veil. 
An egg before an eagle, a thought before a thiiig, 
A spark struck into tinder, to light the lamp of knowledge, 
A slight suggestive nod to guide the watching mind, 
A half-seen hand upon the wall, pointing to the balance of Comparison, 
By culture man may do all things, short of the miracle,— Creation ; 



SERIES I.] OF INVENTION. Ill 

Here is the limit of thy power, — here let thy pride be stayed : 

The soil may be rich, and the mind may be active, but neither yield 

unsown ; 
The eye cannot make light, nor the mind make spirit: 
Therefore it is wise in man to name all novelty invention ; 
For it is to find out things that are, not to create the unexisting ; 
It is to cling to contiguities, to be keen in catching likeness, 
And wiih. energetic elasticity to leap the gulfs of contrast. 
The globe knoweth not increase, either of matter or spirit: 
Atoms and thoughts are used again, mixing m varied combinations; 
And though, by moulding them ane^v, thou makest them thine own, 
Yet have they served thousands, and all their merit is of God. 



OF RIDICULE. 



Seams of thought for the sage's brow, and laughing linos lor the fool's 

face ; 
For all things leave their track in the mind ; and the glass of the mind is 

faithful. 
Seest thou much mirth upon the cheek ? there is then little exercise of 

virtue ; 
For he that looketh on the world cannot be glad and good : 
Seest thou much gravity in the eye ? be not assured of finding wisdom ; 
For she hath too great praise, not to get many mimics. 
There is a grave-faced folly ; and verily, a laughter-loving wisdom : 
And what, if surface-judges account it vain frivolity.? 
There is indeed an evil in excess, and a field may lie fallow too long; 
Yet merriment is often as a froth, that mantleth on the- strong mind: 
And note thou this for a verity, — the subtlest thinker when alone. 
From ease of thoughts unbent, will laugh the loudest with his fellows : 
And well is the loveliness of wisdom mirrored in a cheerful coun 

tenance ; 
Justly the deepest pools are proved by dimpling eddies; 
For that a true philosophy commandeth an innocent life, 
And the unguilty spirit is b'ghter than a linnet's heart : 
Yea, there is no cosmetic like a holy conscience : 
The eye is bright with trust, the cheek bloomed over with affection. 
The brow unwrinkled by a care, and the lip triumphant in its gladness 

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SERIES I.] OF RIDICULE. U? 



AisD for yon g:rave-faced folly, need not far to look for hei 

liow seriously on trifles dote those leaden eyes, 

How ruefully she sigheth after chances long gone by, 

How sulkily she moaneth over evils without cure I 

f have known a true-born mirth, the child of innocence and wisdom, 

1 have seen a base-born gravity, mingled of ignorance and guilt : 

And again, a base-born mirth, springing out of carelessness and folly, 

And again, a true-boin gravity, the product of reflection and right feai 

The wounded partridge hideth in a furrow, and a stricken conscience 

would be left alone ; 
But when its breast is healed, it runneth gladly with its fellows: 
Whereas the solitary heron, standing in the sedgy fen, 
Holdeth aloof from the social world, intent on whiles and death. 

Need but of light philosophy to dare the world's dread laugh ; 
For a little mind courteth notoriety, to illustrate its puny self: 
But the sneer of a man's own comrades trieth the muscles of courage. 
And to be derided in his home is as a viper in the nest: 
The laugh of a hooting world hath in it a notion of sublimity. 
But the tittering private circle stingeth as a hive of wasps. 
Some have commended ridicule, counting it the test of truth, {^^) 
But neither wittily nor wisely; for truth must prove ridicule : 
Otherwise a blunt bulrush is to pierce the proof armour of argument, 
Because the stolidity of ignorance took it for a barbed shaft. 
Softer is the hide of the rhinoceros than the heart of deriding unbelief 
And truth is idler there than the Bushman's feathered reed : 
A droll conceit parrieth a thrust that should have hit the conscience. 
And the leering looks of humour tickle the childish mind ; 
For that the matter of a man is mingled most with folly, 
Neither can he long endure the searching gaze of wnsdom. 
It is pleasanter to see a laughing cheek than a serious forehead. 
And there liveth not one among a thousand whose idol is not pleasure. 
Ridicule is a v^eak weapon, when levelled at a strong mind ; 
But common men are cowards, and dread an empty laugh. 
Fear a nettle, and touch it tenderly, — its poison shall burn thee to the 
shoulder ; 



114 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY L^tKiE. i. 

l>iit i^rasp it with hold hand, — is it not a bundle of myrrn? 

IL'tray mean terror of ridicule, thou shalt find fools enough to mock 

thee: 
But answer thou their lauirhter with contemut. and the scoffers will lick 

thy teet 



OF COMMENDATION. 



The praise of boJy men is a promise of praise from their Master; 

A forerunning earnest of thy welcome, — Well done, faithful servant; 

A rich preluJious note, that droppeth softly on thine ear, 

To tell thee the chords of thy heart are in tune with the choirs of heaven. 

Yet is it a dangerous hearing, for the sweetness may lull thee into slum- 
ber, 

And the cordial quaffed with thirst may generate the fumes ot presump- 
tion. 

So seek it not for itself, but taste, and go gladly on thy way, 

For the mariner slacketh not his sail, though the sandal-groves of Araby 
allure him ; 

And the fragrance of that incense would harm thee, as when, on a sum- 
mer evening, 

The honied yellow flnwers of the broom oppress thy charmed sense : 

And a man hath too much of praise, for he praiseth himself continually; 

Neither lacketh he at any time self-commendation or excuse. 

Praise a fool, and slay him : for the canvass of his vanity is spread ; 

His bark is shallow in the w^ater, and a sudden gust shall sink it: 

Praise a wise man, and speed him on his way ; for he carrieth the ballast 

of humility, 
And is glad when his course is cheered by the sympathy of bretliren 

asliore. 
The pmise of a good man is good, for he holdeth up the mirror of Trutn, 
That Virtue may see her own beauty, and delight in her own fair face : 
The praise of a bad aic^.i is evil, for he hideth the del'ormity of Vice, 

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MS PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series i. 

Casting the mantle of a queen around the limbs of a leper. 

Praise is rebuke to the man whose conscience alloweth it not: 

And where conscience feeleth it her due, no praise is better than a little. 

He that despiseth the outward appcarctnce, despiseth the esteem of his 
fellows ; 

And he that overmuch regardeth it, shall earn only their contempt : 

The honest commendation of an equal no one can scorn, and be blame- 
less. 

Yet even that fair fame no one can hunt for and be honoured : 

If it come, accept it and be thankful, and be thou humble in accepting; 

If it tarry, be not thou cast down ; the bee can gather honey out of rue ; 

And is thine aim so low, that the breath of those around thee 

Can speed thy feathered arrow, or retard its flight ? 

The child shooteth at a butterfly, but the mean's mark is an eagle ; 

And while his fellows talk, he hath conquered in the clouds. 

Ally thee to truth and godliness, and use the talents in thy cnarge ; 

So shalt thou walk in peace, deserving, if not having. 

With a friend, praise him when thou canst; for many a friendship hath 
decayed. 

Like a plant in a crowded corner, for want of sunshine on its leaves : 

With another, praise him not often — otherwise he shall despise thee; 

But be thou frugal in commending; so will he give honour to thy judg- 
ment : 

For thou that dost so zealously commend, art acknowledging thine own 
inferiority. 

And he, thou so highly hast exalted, shall proudly look down on thy es- 
teem. 

Wilt thou that one remember a thing i" — praise him in the midst of thy 

advice ; 
Never yet forgat man the word whereby he hath been praised. 
Better to be censured by a thousand fools, than approved but by one man 

that is wise; 
For the pious are !:^owcr to help right, than the profane to hinder it: 
So, where the world rebuketh, there look thou for the excellent, 
And be suspicious of the good, which wicked inen can praise. 
The captain bindelh his troop, not more by seveiiiy than kindness, 



SERIES I.] OF COMMENDATION. 117 

Aiivi justly, should recompense well-doing, as well as be strict with an 

offc?nder ; 
The laurel is cheap to the giver, but precious in his sight who hath won it, 
An J ttie heart of the soldier rejoiceth in the approving glance of his chief 
Timely given praise is even better than the merited rebuke of censure, 
For tht sun is more needful to the plant than the knife that cutteth out a 

canker; 
Many a iaihoi hath erred, in that he hath w^ithheld reproof, 
But more have mostly sinned, in withholding praise where it was due: 
There be many such as Eli among men ; but these be more culpable than 

Eli, 
'vVlio chill the fountain of exertion by the freezing looks of indifference: 
Ye call a man easy and good, yet he is as a two-edged sword ; 
He rebuketh not vice, and it is strong: be comforteth not virtue, and it 

fainteth 
There is nothing more potent among men than a gift timely bestowed, 
An I a gift kept back where it was hoped, separateth chief friends : 
F.)r what is a gift but a symbol, giving substance to praise and esteem 1 
And where is a sharper arrow than the sting of unmerited neglect] 

Expect not praise from the mean, neither gratitude from the selfish ; 

And to keen the proud thy friend, see thou do him not a service : 

For, behold, he will haie thee for his debt: thou hast humbled him by 

giving; 
And his stubbornness never shall acknowledge the good he hath taken 

from thy hand : 
Yea, rather will he turn and be thy foe, lest thou gather from his friend- 
ship, 
That he doth account thee creditor, and standeth in the second place. 
Still, kindly feeling heart, be not thou chilled by the thankless, 
Neither let the breath of gratitude fan thee into momentary heat- 
Do good for good's own sake, looking not to worthiness nor love ; 
Fling thy grain among the rocks, cast thy bread upon the waters, 
His claim be strongest to thy help, who is thrown most helplessly upon 

thee, — 
So shalt thou have a better praise, and reap a richer harvest of reward. 



118 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [seriks i. 

If a man hold fast to thy creed, and fit his thinking to ihy notions. 

Thou shalt take him tor a man right minded, yea, and excuse his evil : 

But seest thou not, bigot, that thy zeal is but a hunting after praise, 

And the full pleasure of a proselyte lieth in the Mattering of self? 

A man of many praises meetelh many welcomes, 

But he who blameth often, shall not keep a friend ; 

The velvet-coated apricot is one thing, and the spiked horse-chestnut is 

another, 
A handle of smooth amber is pleasanter than rough buck-horn. 
Show me a poj)ular man ; I can tell thee the secret of his power; 
He hath soothed them with glozing words, lulling their ears with flattery. 
The smile of seeming approbation is ever the companion of his presence. 
And courteous looks, and warm regards, earn him all their hearts. 

Nothing but may be better, and every better might be best; 

The blind may discern, and the simple prove, fault or want in all things. 

And a little mind looketh on the lily with a microscopic eye, 

Eager and gjad io pry out specks on its robe of purity; 

But a great mind gazeth on the sun, gloryin^i: in his brightness. 

And taking large knowledge of his good, in the broad prairie of creation: 

What, though he hatch basilisks? what, tnough spot^ aie on tjie sun ? 

In fulness is his worth, in fulness be his praise! 



OF SELF-ACQUALNTANCE. 



Knowledge holdeth by the hilt, and heweth out a road to conquest; 
Ignorance graspeth the blade, and is wounded by its own good sword : 
Knowledge distiileth health from the virulence of opposite poisons; 
Ignorance mixeth wholesomes unto the breeding of disease: 
Knowledge is leagued with the universe, and findeth a friend in all things; 
But ignorance is every where a stranger ; unwelcome, ill at ease, and out 

of place. 
A man is helpless and unsafe up to the measure of his ignorance, 
For he lacketh perception of the aj^titudes commending such a matter to 

his use. 
Clutching at the horn of danger, while he judgeth it the handle of secu 

rity, 
Or casting his anchor so widely, that the granite reef is just within the 

tether. 
Untaught in science he is but half alive, stupidly taking note of nothing. 
Or listening with dull wonder to the crafty saws of an empiric ; 
Simple in the world, he trusteth unto knaves; and then to make amends 

for folly, 
Dealeth so shrewdly with the honest, they cannot but suspect him for a 

thief ; 
With an unknown God, he maketh mock of reason, fathering contrivance 

on chance. 
Or doting with superstitious dread on some crooked image of his fancy 
But ignorant of Self, he is weakness at heart; the keystone crumblelh into 

sand. 

There is panic in the general's tent, the oak is hollow as hemlock; 
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120 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series i. 

Though the warm sap creepeth up its bark, filling out the sheaf of leaves, 
Though knowledge of all things beside add proofs of seeming vigour. 
Though the master-mind of the royal sage feast on the mysteries of wis- 
dom. 
Yet ignorance of self shall bow down the spirit of a Solomon to idols; 
The storm of temptation, sweeping by, shall snap that oak like a reed, 
And the proud luxuriance of its tufted crown drag it the sooner to the dust. 

Youth, confident in self, tampereth with dangerous dalliance. 
Till the vice his heart once hated hath locked him in her foul embrace ; 
Manhood, through zeal of doing good, seeketh high place for its occasions, 
Unwitting that the bleak mountain-air will nip the tender budding of his 

motives ; 
Or painfully, for love of truth, he climbeth the ladder of science. 
Till pride of intellect, heating his heart, warpeth it aside to delusion . 
The maiden, to give shadow to her fairness, plaiteth her raven hair, 
Heedlessly weaving for her soul the silken net of vanity: 
The gray-beard looketh on his gold, till he loveth its yellow smile. 
Unconscious of the bright decoy which is luring his heart unto avarice : 
Wrath avoideth no quarrel, jealousy counteth its suspicions, 
Pining envy gazeth still, and melancholy seeketh solitude, 
The sensitive broodeth on his slights, the fearful poreth over horrors, 
The train of wantonness is fired, the nerves of indecision are unstrung, 
Each special proneness unto harm is pampered by ignorant indulgence. 
And the man, for want of warning, yieldeth to the apt temptation. 

A smith at the loom, and a weaver at the forge, were but sorry craftsmen ; 

And a ship that saileth on every wind never shall reach her port: 

Yet there be thousands among men who heed not the leaning of their 

talents. 
But, cutting against the grain, toil on to no good end ; 
And the light of a thoughtful spirit is quenched beneath the oushel of 

commerce, 
While meaner ploldirg minds are driven up the mountain of philosophy: 
The cedar withereth on a wall, while the house-leek is fattening in a 

hot-bed. 
And the dock with its rank leaves hidcth the sun from violets. 



^EEiES I.] OF SELF-ACQUAINTANCE. 121 

To every thing a fitting place, a proper honourable use ; 

The humblest measure of mind is bright in its humble sphere : 

The glowworm, creeping in the hedge, lighteth her evening torch, 

And her far-off mate, on gossamer sail, steereth his course by that star: 

But ignorance mocketh at proprieties, bringing out the glowworm at noon 

And setteth the faults of mediocrity in the full blaze of wisdom. 

Ravens croaking in darkness, and a skylark trilling to the sun. 

The voice of a screech-owl from a ruin, and the black-bird's whistle in a 

wood, 
A cushion-footed camel for the sands, and a swift reindeer for the snows, 
A naked skin for Ethiopia, and rich soft furs for the Pole : 
In all things is there a fitness : discord with discord hath its music; 
And the harmony of nature is preserved by each one knowing his place. 

The blind at an easel, the palsied with a graver, the halt making for the 

goal. 
The deaf ear tuning psaltery, the stammerer discoursing eloquence, — 
What wonder if all fail ? the shaft flieth wide of the mark 
Alike if itself be crooked, or the bow be strung awry ; 
And the mind which were excellent in one way, but foolishly toileth in 

another 
What is it but an ill-strung bow, and its aim a crooked arrow ? 
By knowledge of self, thou provest thy powers; put not the racer to the 

plough, 
Nor goad the toilsome ox to wager his slowness with the fleet: 
Consider thy failings, heed thy propensities, search out thy latent virtues, 
Analyze the doubtful, cultivate the good, and crush the head of evil ; 
So shalt thou calch with quick hand the golden ball of opportunity. 
The warrior armed shall be ready for the fray, beside his bridled steed: 
Thou shalt ward off special harms, and have the sway of circumstance. 
And turn to thy special good the common current of events ; 
Choosing from the wardrobe of the world, thou shalt suitably clothe thy 

spirit. 
Nor thrust the white hand of peace into the gauntlet of defiance : 
The shepherd shall go with a staff, and conquer by sling and stone ; 
The soldier shall let alone the distaff, and the scribe lay down the sword; 
The man unlearned shall keep silence, and earn one attribute of wisdom ; 



122 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series i. 

The sage be sparing of his lessons before unhearing ears: 

Calm shalt thou be, as a lion in repose, conscious of passive strength. 

And the shock that splitteth the globe, shall not unthrone thy self-posses- 



AcQUAiNT thee with thyself, man ! so shalt thou be humble : 

The hard hot desert of thy heart shall blossom with the lily and the rose ; 

The frozen cliffs of pride shall melt as an iceberg in the tropics; 

The bitter fountains of self-seeking be sweeter than the waters of the 

Nile. 
But if thou lack that w^isdom, — thy frail skifTis doomed, 
On stronger eddy w^hirling to the dreadful gorge ; 
Untaught in that grand lore, — thou standest, cased in steel. 
To dare with mocking unbelief the thunderbolts of heaven. 
For look now around thee on the universe, behold how^ all things serve 

thee; 
The teemhig soil, and the buoyant sea, and undulating air, 
Golden crops, and bloomy fruits, and flowers, and precious gems. 
Choice perfumes and fair sights, soft touches and sweet music : 
For thee, shoaling up the bay, crowd the finny nations. 
For thee, the cattle on a thousand hills live and labour and die: 
Light is thy daily slave, darkness invitelh thee to slumber; 
Thou art served by the hands of Beauty, and Sublimity kneeleth at thy 

feet : 
Arise, thou sovereign of creation, and behold thy glory ! 
Yet more, thou hast a mind; intellect wingeth thee to heaven, 
Tendcth thy state on earth, and by it thou divest down to hell ; 
Thou hast measured the belt of Saturn, thou hast weighed the moons oi 

Jupiter, 
And seen, by reason's eye, the centre of thy globe; 
Subtly hast thou numbered by billions the leagues oetwccn sun and sun, 
And noted in thy book the coming of their shadows: 
With marvellous unerring truth thou knowest to an inch and to an 

in>iant. 
The where and the when of the comet's path that shall seem to rush by at 

thy command : 
Arise, thou king of mind, and survey thy dignity! 



SERIES I.] OF SELF-ACQUAINTANCE. 123 

Yet more, — for once believe religion's flattering tale ; 

Thou hast a soul, aye, and a God, — but be not therefore humbled : 

Thy Maker's self was glad to live and die — a man ; 

The brightest iewel in his crown is voluntarv manhood : 

By deep dishonour and great price, bought he that envied freedom. 

But thou wast born an heir of all, thy Master scarce could earn. 

climax unto pride, triumph of humanity, 

triple crown upon thy brow, most high and mighty Self ! 

Arise, thou Lord of all, thou greater than a God ! — 

How saidst thou, wretched being ? — cast thy glance within ; 

Regard that painted sepulchre, the hovel of thy heart. 

Ha ! with what fearful imagery swarmeth that small chamber ; 

The horrid eye of murder scowling in the dark. 

The bony-hand of avarice, filching from the poor. 

The lurid fires of lust, the idiot face of folly. 

The sickening deed of cruelty, the foul fierce orgies of the drunken. 

Weak contemptible vanity, stubborn stolid unbelief. 

Envy's devilish sneer, and the vile features of ingratitude, — 

Man, hast thou seen enough ? or are these full proof 

That thou art a miracle of mercy, and all thy dignity is dross ? 

Well said the wisdom of earth, mortal, know thyself ; 

But better the wisdom of heaven, man, learn thou thy God : 

By knowledge of self thou art conusant of evil, and mailed in panoply to 

meet it ; 
By knowledge of God cometh knowledge of good, and universal love is at 

thy heart. 
Every creature knoweth its capacities, running in the road of instinct. 
And reason must not lag behind, but serve itself of all proprieties : 
The swift to the race, and the strong to the burden, and the wise for right 

direction ; 
For self-knowledge filleth with acceptance its niche in the temple of 

utility : 
But vainly wilt thou look for that knowledge, till the clue of all truth is 

in thy hand. 
For the labyrinth of man's heart windeth in complicate deceivings : 
Thou canst not sofund its depths with the shallow plumb-lme of reason. 



124 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [sekies i. 

Till reli<i:ion, the pilot of the soul, have lent thee her unfathomable coil: 
Therefore, for this grand knowledge, and knowledge is the parent of do- 
minion, 
Learn God, thou shalt know thyself; yea, and shalt have mastery of all 
things. 



OF CRUELTY TO ANIMALS. 



Shame upon thee, savage monarch-man, proud monopolist of reason; 
Shame upon Creation's lord, the fierce ensanguined despot: 
What, man ! are there not enough, hunger, and diseases and fatigue, — 
And yet must thy goad or thy thong add another sorrow to existence ? 
What! art thou not content thy sin hath dragged down suffering and 

death 
On the poor dumb servants of thy comfort, and yet must thou rack ther 

with thy spite ? 
The prodigal heir of creation hath gambled away his all, — 
Shall he add torment to the bondage that is galling his forfeit serfs ? 
The leader in nature's paBan himself hath marred her psaltery, 
Shall he multiply the din of discord by overstraining all the strings? 
The rebel hath fortified his stronghold, shutting in his vassals with 

him — 
Shall he aggravate the woes of the besieged by oppression from within ? 
Thou twice deformed image of thy Maker, thou hateful representative of 

Love, 
For very shame be merciful, be kind unto the creatures thou hast 

ruined ; 
Earth and her million tribes are cursed for thy sake ; 
Earth and her million tribes still writhe beneath thy cruelty: 
Liveth there hut one among the million that shall not bear witness 

against thee, 
A pensioner of land or air or sea, that hath not whereoi it will accuse 

thee ? 



126 PROVERBIxVL PHlLuSOPHY. [series i 

From the elephant toiling at a launch, to the shrew mouse in the harvest- 
field, 

From tlie whale which the harponeer hath stricken, to the minnow 
caught upon a pin, 

Frcm the albatross wearied in its flight, to the wren in her covered nest, 

From the death-moth and lace-winged dragon-fly, to the lady-bird and the 
gnat, 

The verdict of all things is unanimous, fmding their master cruel : 

The dog, thy humble friend, thy trusting, honest friend ; 

The ass, thine uncomplainmg slave, drudging from morn to even ; 

The lamb, and the timorous hare, and the laboring ox at plough ; 

The speckled trout, basking in the shallow, and the partridge, gleaning in 
the stubble. 

And the stag at bay, and the worm in thy path, and the wild bird pining 
in captivity, 

And all things that minister alike to thy life and thy comfort and thy 
pride, 

Testify with one sad voice that man is a cruel master. 

Verily, they are all thine : freely mayst thou serve thee of them all : 
They are thine by gift for thy needs, to be used in all gratitude and 

kindness : 
Gratitude to their God and thine, — their Father and thy Father, 
Kindness to them who toil for thee, and help thee with their all : 
For meat, but not by wantonness of slaying: for burden, but with IhiJts 

of humanity ; 
For luxury, but not through torture ; for drauglit, but according to ihe 

strength : 
Far a dog cannot plead his own right nor render a reason for ex- 
emption, 
Nor give a soft answer unto wrath, to turn aside the undeserved lash ; 
The galled ox cannot complain, nor supplicate a moment's respite; 
The spent horse hideth his distress, till he panteth out his spirit at the 

goal; 
Also, in the winter of life, when worn by constant toil, 
[f ingratitude forget his services, he cannot bring them to remem- 
brance ; 



SEBTESi.] OF CRUELTY TO ANIMALS. 127 



Behold, he is faint with hunger ; the big tear standeth in his eye ; 

His skin is sore with stripes, and he tottereth beneath his burden ; 

His limbs are stiff with age, his sinews have lost their vigour, 

And pain is stamped upon his face, while he wrestleth unequally with 

toil; 
Yet once more mutely and meekly endureth he the crushing blow ; 
That struggle hath cracked his heart-strings, — the generous brute is 

dead! 
Liveth there no advocate for him ? no judge to avenge his wrongs ? 
No voice that shall be heard in his defence ? no sentence to be passed on 

his oppressor ? 
Yea, the sad eye of the tortured pieadeth pathetically for him. : 
Yea, all the justice in heaven is roused in indignation at his woes; 
Yea, all the pity upon earth shall call down a curse upon the cruel : 
Yea, the burning malice of the wicked is their own exceeding punish- 

ment. 
The Angel of Mercy stoppeth not to comfort, but passeth by on the 

other side, 
And hath no tear to shed when a cruel man is damned. 



OF FRIENDSHIP. 



As frost to the buJ, and blight to the blossom, even such is self-interest to 

friendship : 
For Confidence cannot dwell where Selfishness is porter at the gate 
If thou see thy friend to be selfish, thou canst not be sure of his honesty ; 
And in seeking thine own weal, thou nast wronged the reliance of thy 

fricn;!. 
Flattery hideth her varnished face w^hen Friendship sitleth at his heard , 
And the door is shut upon suspicion, but candour is bid glad welcome 
For friendship abhorreth doubt, its life is in mutual trust, 
And perisheth, when artful praise proveth it is sought for a jmrposc. 
A man may be goo;l to thee at times, and render thee mighty service, 
Whom yet thy secret soul could not desire as a friend ; 
For the sum of life is in trifles, and though, in the weightier masses. 
A man refuse thee not his purse, nay, his all in thine utmost need. 
Yet, if tliou canst not feel that his character agreeth with thine own, 
Thou never wilt call him friend, though thou render him a heart full oi 

gratitude. 
A coarse man grindeth harshly the finer feelings of his brother ; 
A common mind will soon depart from the dull companionship of 

wisdom ; 
A weak soul dareth not to follow in the track of vigour and decision ; 
And the worldly regardeth with scorn the seeming foolishness of faith. 
A mountain is made up of atoms, and friendship of little matters, 
And if the atoms hold not together, the mountain is crumbled into dust. 

Come, I will .--how thee a friend; I will jiaint one worthy of ibv trust : 
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SERIES I.] OF FRIENDSHIP. 129 

Tliine heart shall not weary of him : thou shalt not secretly despise him. 

Thou art long in learning; him, in unravelling all his worth ; 

And he dazzleth not thine eyes at first, to be darkened in thy sight after- 
ward, 

But riseth from small beginnings, and reacheth the height of thy esteem. 

He remembereth that thou art only man; he expecteth not great things 
from thee ; 

And his forbearance toward thee silently teacheth thee to be considerate 
unto him. 

He despiseth not courtesy of manner, nor neglecteth the decencies of life ; 

Nor mocketii the failings of others, nor is harsh in his censures before 
thee ; 

For so, how couldst thou tell, if he talketh not of thee in ridicule? 

He withholdeth no secret from thee, and rejecteth not thine in turn ; 

He shareth his joys with thee, and is glad to bear part in thy sorrows. 

Yet one thing, he loveth thee too well to show thee the corruptions of his 
heart : 

For as an ill example strengtheneth the hands of the wicked. 

So to put forward thy guilt is a secret poison to thy friend : 

For the evil in his nature is comforted, and he warreth more wea\'ly 
against it, 

11 he find that the friend whom he honoureth, is a man more sinful than 
himself. 

I hear the communing of friends; ye speak out the fulness of your souls, 

And being but men, as men, ye own to all the sympathies of man- 
hood : C^) 

Confidence openeth the lips, indulgence beameth from the eye, 

The tongue loveth not boasting, the heart is made glad with kindness : 

And one standeth not as on a hill, beckoning to the other to follow. 

But ye toil up hand in hand, and carry each other's burdens. 

Ye commune of hopes and aspirations, the fervent breatninsrs of the 
heart, 

Ye speak with pleasant interchange the treasured secrets of aiiection. 

Ye listen to the voice of complaint, and whisper the language of comfort, 

And as in a double solitude, ye think in each other's hearing. 

Choose thy friend discreetly, and see thou consider his station, 



130 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. Lsf.htfs t 

For the graduated scale of ranks accordeth with the ordinance of heaven : 
If a low companion ripen to a friend, in the full sunshine of thy con- 
fidence, 
Know, that for old age thou hast heaped up sorrow : 
For thou sinkest to that level, and thv kin shall srorn thee. 
Yea, and the menial thou hast pampered haply snail neglect thee in thy 

death : 
And if thou reachest up to high estates, thinkmg to herd with princes. 
What art thou but a footstool, though so near a throne ? 
rush among the lilies, be taught thou art a weed, 
briar among the cedars, hot contempt shall burn thee. 
But thou, friend and scholar, select from thine own caste. 
And make not an intimate of one, thy servant or thy master ; 
For only friendship among men is the true republic, 
Where all have equality of service, and all have freedom ot command. 
And yet, if thou wilt take my judgment, be shy cf too much openness 

with any, 
Lest thou repent hereafter, should he turn and rend thee : 
For many an apostate friend hath abused unguarded confidence. 
And bent to selfish ends the secret of the soul. 

Absence strengihcneth friendship, where the last recollections were 

kindly ; 
But it must be good wine at the last, or absence shall weaken it daily 
A rare thing is faith, and friendship is a marvel among men, 
Yet strange faces call they friends, and say they believe when they doubt 
Those hours are not lost that are spent in cementing affection 
For a friend is above gold, precious as the stores of the mind. 
Be sparing of advice by words, but teach thy lesson by example ; 
For the vanity of man may be wounded, and retort unkindly upqn thee 
There be some that never had a friend, because they were gross and 

selfish : 
VVorldliness, and apathy, and pride, leave not many that are worthy: 
But one who mcriteth esteem, need never lack a friend ; 
For as thistledown flieth abroal, and casteth its anchor in the soil. 
So philanthropy yearnelh for a heart, where it may take root and bios- 



SERIE3 I.] OF FRIENDSHIP. 131 

Yet I hear the child of sensibility moaning at the wintry cold, 

Wlierein the mists of selfishness have wrapped the society of men : 

He grieveth, and hath deep reasons; for falsehood hath wronged his 

trust, 
And the breaches in his bleeding heart have been filled with the briars of 

suspicion. 
For alas, how few be friends, of whom charity hath hoped well ! 
How few there be among men who forget themselves for other ' 
Each one seeketh his own, and looketh on his brethren as rivals. 
Masking envy with friendship, to serve his secret ends. 
And the world, that corrupteth all good, hath wronged that sacred name. 
For it calleth any man friend, who is not known for an enemy ; 
And such be as the flies of summer, while plenty sitteth at thy board ; 
But who can wonder at their flight from the cold denials of want ? 
Such be as vultures round a carcase, assembled together for the feast : 
But a sudden noise scare th them, and forthwith are they specks among the 

clouds. 
There be few, child of sensibility, who deserve to have thy confidence ; 
Yet weep not, for there are some, and such some live for thee : 
To them is the chilling world a drear and barren scene. 
And gladly seek they such as thou art, for seldom find they the occasion . 
For, though no man excludeth himself from the high capability of 

friendship, 
Yet verily is the man a marvel whom truth can write a friend. 



OF LOVE. 



There is a fragrant blossom, that maketh glad the garden of the heart . 
Its root iieth deep; it is delicate, yet lasting, as the lilac crocus of autumn* 
Loneliness and thought are the dews that water it morn and even ; 
Memory and Absence cherish it, as the balmy breathings of the south : 
Its sun is the brightness of affection, and it bloometh in the borders of 

Hope ; 
Its companions are gentle flowers, and the brier withereth by its side, 
I saw it budding in beauty ; I felt the magic of its smile ; 
The violet rejoiced beneath it, the rose stooped down and kissed it; 
And I thought some cherub had planted there a truant flower of Eden, 
As a bird bringeth foreign seeds, that they may flourish in a kindly soil. 
I saw and asked not its name ; I knew no language was so wealthy, 
Though every heart of every clime findeth its echo w^ilhin. 
And yet what shall I say ? Is a sordid man capable of — Love ? 
Hath a seducer known it ? Can an adulterer perceive it ? 
Or he that seeketh strange women, can he feel its purity ? 
Or he that changeth often, can he know its truth ? 
Longing for another's happiness, yet often destroying its own ; 
Chaste, and looking up to God, as the fountain of tenderness and joy . 
Quiet, yet flowing deep, as the Rhine among rivers ; 
Lasting, and knowing not change — it walketh with Truth and Sincerity 

Love : — what a volume in a word, an ocean in a tear, 
A seventh heaven in a glance, a whirlwind in a sigh, 
The lightning in a touch, a millennium in a moment, 
What concentrated joy or woe in blest or blighted love ! 



SERIES I.] OF LOVE. 133 

For it is that native poetry springing up indigenous to Mind, 

The heart's own country music thrilling all its chords, 

The story without an end that angels throng to hear. 

The word, the king of words, carved on Jehovah's heart ! 

Oh ! call thou snake-eyed malice mercy, call envy honest praise, 

Count selfish craft for wisdom, and coward treachery for prudence. 

Do homage to blaspheming unbelief as to bold and free philosophy, 

And estimate the recklessness of license as the right attribute of libei ty, — 

But with the world, thou friend and scholar, stain not this pure name ; 

Nor suffer the majesty of Love to be likened to the meanness of desire : 

For Love is no more such, than seraphs' hymns are discord, 

And such is no more Love, than Etna's breath is summer 

Love is a sweet idolatry, enslaving all the soui, 

A mighty spiritual force, warring with the dulness of matier, 

An angel-mind breathed into a mortal, though fallen yet how beautiful 

All the devotion of the heart in all its depth and grandeur. 

Behold that pale geranium, pent within the cottage window ; 

How yearningly it stretclieth to the light its sickly long-stalked leaves, 

How it straineth upward to the sun, coveting his sweet influences, 

How real a living sacrifice to the god of all its worship! 

Such is the soul that lovelh ; and so the rose-tree of affection 

Bendeth its every leaf to look on those dear eyes. 

Its every blushing petal basketh in their light. 

And all its gladness, all its life, is hanging on their love. 

If the love of the heart is blighted, it buddeth not again ; 

If that pleasant song is forgotten, it is to be learnt no more : 

Yet often will thought look back, and weep over early affection ; 

And the dim notes of that pleasant song will be heard as a reproachful 

spirit. 
Moaning in ^Eolian strains over the desert of the heart, 
VVhere the hot siroccos of the world have withered its one oasis 



OF MARRIAGE. 



Seek a good wife of thy God, for she is the best gift of his piovidence ; 

Yet ask not in bold confidence that which he hath not promised. 

Thou knowest not his good-will: — be thy prayer then submissive there* 
unto ; 

And leave thy petition to his mercy, assured that he w^ill deal well with 
thee. 

If thou art to have a wife of thy youth, she is now living on the earth ; 

Therefore think of her, and pray for her weal ; yea., though thou hast not 
seen her. 

They that love early become like-minded, and the tempter touchelh them 
not : 

They grow up leaning on each other, as the olive and tne vine. 

Youth longeth for a kindred spirit, and yearneth for a heart that can com- 
mune with his own ; 

He meditateth night and day, doting on the image of his fancy. 

Take heed that what charmeth thee is real, nor springeth of thine own 
imagination ; 

And suffer not trifies to win thy love ; for a wife is thine unto dcatli. 

The harp and the voice may thrill thee, — sound may cncliant thine ear, 

Cut consider thou, the hand vvill wiiher, and the sweet notes turn to dis- 
cord • 

The eye, so brilliant at even, m;iy be red wilh sorrow in the morning; 

And the sylph-like form of elegance must wrilhe in the rranipings of ya'n 

i'nppy lot, and hallov.'cd, even as the joy c f angels. 

Where the golden chain of godliness is entwined with tlie roses of love : 

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SERIES I.] OF MARRIAGE. 135 



But beware, thou seem not to be holy, to win favour in the eyes of a 

creature, 
For the guilt of the hypocrite is deadly, and winneth thee wrath elsewhere 
The idol of thy heart is as thou, a probationary sojourner on earth ; 
Therefore be chary of her soul, for that is the jewel in her casket. 
Let her be a child of God, that she bring with her a blessing to thy 

house, — 
A blessing above riches, and leading contentment in its train : 
Let her be an heir of heaven: so shall she help thee on thy way; 
For those who are one in faith, fight double-handed against evil. 
Take heed lest she love thee before God ; that she be not an idolater : 
Yet see thou that she love thee well : for her heart is the heart of woman ; 
And the triple nature of humanity must be bound by a triple chain. 
For soul and mind and body — godliness, esteem, and affection. 

How beautiful is modesty! it winneth upon all beholders: 

But a word or a glance may destroy the pure love that should have been 

for thee. 
Affect not to despise beauty ; no one is freed from its dominion : 
But regard it not a pearl of price : — it is fleeting as the how in the clouds. 
If the character within be gentle, it often hath its index in the countenance : 
The soft smile of a loving face is better than splendour that fadeth quickly. 
When thou choosest a wife, think not only of thyself. 
But of those God may give thee of her, that they reproach thee not foi 

their being : 
See that he hath giy-en her health, lest thou lose her early and weep ; 
See that she springelh of a wholesome stock, that thy little ones perish 

not before thee : 
For many a fair skin hath covered a mining disease. 
And many a laughing cheek been bright with the glare of madness. 

Mark the converse of one thou lovest, that it be simple and sincere ; 

For an artful or false woman shall set thy pillow with thorns. 

Observe her deportment with others, when she thinketh not that thou art 

nigh. 
For with thee will the blushes of love conceal the true colour of her 

mind 



136 PRO V^ERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series i 

Hath she learning? it is good, so that modesty go with it: 

Flalh she wisdom ? it is precious, but beware that thou exceed ; 

For woman must be subject, and the true mastery is of the mind. 

Be joined to thine equal in rank, or the foot of pride will kick at thee; 

And look not only for riches, lest thou be mated with misery : 

Marry not without means ; for so shouldst thou tempt Providence ; 

But wait not for more than enough ; for marriage is the duty of most 

men ; 
Grievous indeed must be the burden that shall outweigh innocence and 

health. 
And a well-assorted marriage hath not many cares. 
In the day of thy joy consider the poor; thou shalt reap a rich harvest of 

blessing ; 
For these be the pensioners of One who filleth thy cup with pleasures ; 
In the day of thy joy be thankful: He hath well deserved thy praise: 
Mean and selfish is the heart that seeketh him only in sorrow. 
For her sake, who leaneth on thine arm, court not the notice of the world, 
And remember that sober privacy is comelier than public display. 
If thou marriest, thou art allied unto strangers : see they be not such as 

shame thee : 
If thou marriest, thou leavest thine own ; see that it be not done in anger. 

Bride and bridegroom, pilgrims of life, henceforward to travel together. 
In this the beginning of your journey, neglect not the favour of Heaven : 
And at eventide kneel ye together, that your joy be not unhallowed : 
Angels that are round you shall be glad, those loving ministers of mercy. 
And the richest blessings of your God shall be poured on his favoured 

children. 
Marriage is a figure and an earnest of holier things unseen, 
And reverence well becometh the symbol of dignity and glory, 
Keop thy heart pure, lest thou do dishonour to thy state; 
Selfishness is base and hateful ; but love considereth not itself. 
The wicked turneth good into evil, for his mind is warped within him ; 
But the heart of the righteous is chaste; liis conscience casteth of! sin. 
If thou wilt be loved, render implicit confidence; 
If thou wouldst not suspect, receive full confidence in turn : 
For where trust is not reciprocal, the love that trusted withereth. 



SERIES I.] OF MARRIAGE. 137 

Hide not your grief nor your gladness ; be open one with the other ; 

Let bitterness be strange unto your tongues, but sympathy a dweller ir 

your hearts : 
Imparting halveth the evils, while it doubleth the pleasures of life, 
But sorrows breed and thicken in the gloomy bosom of Reserve. 

Young wife, be not froward, nor forget that modesty becometh thee • 
If it be discarded now, who will not hold it feigned before ? 
But be not as a timid girl, — there is honour due to thine estate; 
A matron's modesty is dignified : she blusheth not, neither is she bold. 
Be kind to the friends of thine husband, for the love they have to him: 
And gently bear with his infirmities; hast thou no need of his forbearance.? 
Be not always in each other's company ; it is often good to be alone ; 
And if there be too much sameness, ye cannot but grow weary of each 

other: 
Ye have each a soul to be nourished, and a mind to be taught in w^isdom, 
Therefore, as accountable for time, help one another to improve it. 
If ye feel love to decline, track out quickly the secret cause ; 
Let it not rankle for a day, but confess and bewail it together: 
Speedily seek to be reconciled, for love is the life of marriage; 
And be ye co-partners in triumph, conquering the peevishness of self 

Let no one have thy confidence, wife, saving thine husband: 

Have not a friend more intimate, husband, ihan thy wife. 

In the joy of a well-orvlered home, be warned that this is not your rest ; 

For the substance to come may be forgotten in the present beauty of the 

shadow. 
If ye are blessed with children, ye have a fearful pleasure, 
A deeper care and a higher joy, and the range of your existence is 

widened : 
If God in wisdom refuse them, thank him for an unknown mercy: 
For how can ye tell if they might be a blessing or a curse ? 
Yet ye may pray, like Hannah, simply dependent on his will: 
Resignation sweeteneth the cup, Imt impatience dasheth it with vinegar. 
Now this is the sum of the matter: — if ye will be happy in marriage. 
Confide, love, and be patient: be faithful, firm, and holy. 



OF EDUCATION. 



A BABE in a house is a wel]-spring of pleasure, a messenger ol peace ui^d 

love : 
A resting place for innocence on earth; a link between angels and men : 
Yet is it a talent of trust, a loan to be rendered back with interest; 
A delight, but redolent of care ; honey-sweet, but lacking not the bitter 
For character groweth day by day, and all things aid it in unfolding, 
And the bent unto good or evil may be given in the hours of infancy: 
Scratch the green rind of a sapling, or wantonly twist it in the soil, 
The scarred and crooked oak will tell of thee for centuries to come; 
Even so mayst thou guide the mind to good, or lead it to the marrings 

of evil. 
For disposition is builded up by the fashioning of first impressions : 
Wherelore, though the voice of Instruction waiteth for the ear of reason, 
Yet with his mother's milk the young child drinketh Education. 
Patience is the first great lesson ; he may learn it at the breast ; 
And the habit of obedience and trust may be grafted on his mind in the 

cradle : 
Hold the little hands in prayer, teach the weak knees their kneeling; 
Let him see thee speaking to thy God; he will not forget it afterward : 
When old and gray, will he feelingly remember a mother's tender piety. 
And the touching recollection of her ])rayers shall arrest the strong man in 

his sin 

Ski.fxt not to nurse thy darling one that may taint his innocence. 
For example is a constant monitor, and good seed will die among the 
tares 



SERIES I.] OF EDUCATION. 139 

The arts of a strange servant have spoiled a gentle disposition : 
Mother, let him learn of thy lips, and be nourished at thy breast. 
Character is mainly moulded by the cast of the minds that surround it: 
Let then the playmates of thy little one be not other than thy judgment 

shall approve ; 
For a child is in a new world, and learneth somewhat every moment, 
His eye is quick to observe, his memory storeth in secret. 
His ear is greedy of knowledge, and his mind is plastic as soft wax. 
Peware then that he hea^-^ith what is good, that he feedeth not on evil 

maxims. 
For the seeds of first instnxtions are dropped into the deepest furrows. 
That which immemorial use hath sanctioned, seemeth to be right and true; 
Therefore, let him never have to recollect the time when good things were 

strangers to his thought. 

Strive not to centre in thyself, fond mother, all his love ; 

Nay, do not thou so selfishly, but enlarge his heart for others; 

Use him to sympathy betimes, that he learn to be sad with the afflicted ; 

And check not a child in his merriment, — should not his morning be 
sunny ? 

Give him not all his desire, so shalt thou strengthen him in hope ; 

Neither stop with indulgence the fountain of his tears, so shall he fear 

thy firmness. 

Above all things graft on him subjection, yea in the veriest trifle; 

Courtesy to all, reverence to some, and to thee unanswering obedience. 

Read thou first, and well approve, the books thou givest to thy child ; 
But remember the weakness of his thought, and that wisdom for him mu^. 

be diluted ; 
In the honied waters of infant tales, let him taste the strong wine of 

truth : 
Pathetic stories soften the heart; but legends of terror breed midnight 

misery ; 
Fairy fictions cram the mind with folly, and knowledge of evil tempteth 

to like evil : 
Be not loath to curb imagination, nor be fearful that truths will depress it ; 
And for evil, he will learn it soon enough; be not thou the devil's 

envoy. 



140 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. series i.] 

IiiJuce not precocity of intellect, for so shouldst thou nourish vanity; 
Neither can a plant, forced in the hot-bed, stand against the frozen breath 

of winter. 
The mind is made wealthy by ideas, but the multitude of words is a 

clogging weight : 
Therefore be understood in thy teaching, and instruct to the measure ol 

capacity. 
Analogy is milk for babes, but abstract truths are strong meat ; 
Precepts and rules are repulsive to a child, but happy illustration win- 

neth him : 
In vain shalt thou preach of industry ana prudence, till he learn of the 

bee and the ant ; 
Dimly will he think of his soul, till the acorn and chrysalis have taught 

him, 
He will fear God in thunder, and worship his loveliness in flowers; 
And parables shall charm his heart, while doctrines seem dead mystery; 
Faith shall he learn of the husbandman casting good corn into the soil ; 
And if thou train him to trust thee, he will not withhold his reliance from 

the Lord. 
Fearest thou the dark, poor child ? I would not have thee left to thy 

terrors ; 
Darkness is the semblance of evil, and nature regardeth it with dread: 
Yet know thy father's God is with thee still, to guard thee : 
It is a simple lesson of dependence, let thy tost mind anchor upon Him. 
Did a sudden noise affright thee ? lo, this or that hath caused it : 
Things undetined are full of dread, and stagger stouter nerves. 
The seeds of misery and madness have been sowed in the nights of 

infancy ; 
Therefore be careful that ghastly fears be not the night companions of 

thy child. 

Lo, thou art a land-mark on a hill; thy little ones copy thee in al] 

thinp;s. 
Let, then, thy religion be perfect: so shalt thou he honoured in thy house. 
He instructed in all wisdom, and communicate that thou knowest, 
Otherwise thy learning is hidden, and thus thou scemest unwise. 
A sluggard hath no rcs])oct ; an epicure commandeth not reverence ; 



OF EDUCATION. 1^1 



Meanness is always despicable, and folly provoketh contempt. 

Those parents are best honoured whose characters best deserve it ; 

Show me a child undutiful, I shall know where to look for a foolish 
father : 

Never hath a father done his duty, and lived to be despised of his son. 

But how can that son reverence an example he dare not follow ? 

Should he imitate thee in thine evil ? his scorn is thy rebuke. 

Nay, but bring him up aright, in obedience to God and to thee ; 

Begin betimes, lest thou fail of his fear ; and with judgment, that thou 
lose not his love : 

Herein use good discretion, and govern not all alike. 

Yet, perhaps, the fault wilt be in thee, if kindness prove not all sufficient: 

By kindness, the wolf and the zebra become docile as the spaniel and the 
horse : 

The kite feeJeth with the starling, under the law" of kindness : 

That law shall tame the fiercest, bring down the battlements of pride. 

Cherish the weak, control the strong, and win the fearful spirit. 

Be obeyed when thou commandest ; but command not often : 

Let thy carriage be the gentleness of love, not the stern front of tyranny 

Make not one child a warning to another : but chide the offender apart: 

For self-conceit and wounded pride rankle like poisons in the soul. 

A mild rebuke in the season of calmness, is better than a rod in the heat 
of passion. 

Nevertheless spare not, if thy word hath passed for punishment ; 

Let not thy child see thee humbled, nor learn to think thee false ; 

Suffer none to reprove thee before him, and reprove not thine own pur- 
poses by change ; 

Yet speedily turn thou again, and reward him where thou canst. 

For kind encouragement in good cutteth at the roots of evil. 

Drive not a timid infant from his home, in the early spring-time of his 

life, 
Commit not that treasure to an hireling, nor wrench the young heart's 

fibres : 
In his helplessness leave him not alone, a stranger among strange children, 
Where affection longeth for thy love, counting the dreary hours; 
Where religion is made a terror, and innocence weepeth unheard ; 



143 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY [sekikj i. 



Where oppression grindeth without icmedy, and cruelty delighteth In smi- 
ting. 
Wherefore comply with an evil fashion ? Is it not to spare thee trouble ? 
Can he gather no knowledge at thy mouth ? Wilt thou yield thine honour 

to another ? 
What can he gain in learning, to equal what he loseth in innocence r 
Alas ! for the price above gold, by which such learning cometh ! 
For emulative pride and envy are the specious idols of the diligent, 
Oaths and foul-mouthed sin burn in the language of the idle : 
Bolder in that mimic world of boys stareth brazen-fronted vice, 
Than thereafter in the haunts of men, where society doth shame her mlo 

corners. 
]\Iy soul, look well around thee, ere thou give thy timid infant unto sor- 
rows. 
There be many that say. We were happiest in days long past. 
When our deepest care was an ill-conned book, 
And when we sported in that merry sunshine of our life, 
Sadness a stranger to the heart, and cheerfulness its gay inhabitant. 
True, ye are now less pure, and therefore are more wretched : 
But have ye quite forgotten how sorely ye travailed at your tasks, 
How childish griefs and disappointments bowed down the childish mind.' 
How sorrow sat upon your pillow, and terror hath waked thee up betimes, 
Dreading the strict hand of justice, that will not wait for a reason. 
Or the whims of petty tyrants, children like yourselves, 
Or the pestilent extract of evil poured into the ear of innocence .' 
Behold the coral island, fresh from the floor of the Atlantic, 
It is dinted by every ripple, and a soft wave can smooth its surface ; 
But soon its substance harlcnelh in the winds and tropic sun. 
And weakly the foaming billows break against its adamantine wall; 
Even thus, though sin and care ilash upon the firmness of manhood. 
The timid child is wasted most by his petty troubles; 
And seldom, when life is mature, and the strength proportioned to the 

burden, 
Will the feeling mind, that can remember, acknowledge to deeper 

anguish. 
Than when, as a stranger and a little one, the heart lirst ached with 
anxiety, 



fiEKiEs I.] OF EDUCATION. 143 

And the sprouting buds of sensibility were bruised by the harshness of a 

school. 
M} soul, look well around thee, ere thou give thine infant unto sorrows 
Yet there be boisterous tempers, stout nerves, and stubborn hearts, 
And there is a riper season, when the mind is well disciplined in good, 
And a time, when youth may be bettered by the wholesome occasions of 

knowledge. 
Which rarely will it meet with so well as among the congregation of his 

fellows. 
Only for infancy, fond mother, rend not those first affections; 
Only for the sensitive and timorous, consign not thy darling unto misery. 

A man looketh on his little one, as a being of better hope ; 

In himself ambition is dead, but it hath a resurrection in his son ; 

That vein is yet untried, — and who can tell if it be not golden ? 

While his, well-nigh worked out, never yielded aught but lead: 

And thus is he hurt more sorely, if his wishes are defeated there; 

He has staked his all upon a throw, and lo ! the dice have foiled him. 

All ways, and at all times, men follow on in flocks, 

And the rife epidemic of the day shall tincture the stream of education ; 

Fashion is a foolish watcher posted at the tree of knowledge, 

Who plucketh its unripe fruit to pelt away the birds: 

But, for its golden apples, — they dry upon the boughs, 

And few have the courage or the wisdom to eat in spite of fashion: 

One while, the fever is to learn, what none will be wiser for knowing, 

Exploded errors in extinct tongues, and occasions for their use are small ; 

And the bright morning of life, for years of misspent time, 

Wasted in following sounds, hath trackel up little sense, 

Till at noon a man is thrown upon the world, with a mind expert in 

trifles. 
Having yet every thing to learn, that can make him good or useful : 
The curious spirit of youth is crammed with unwholesome garbage, 
While starving for the mother's milk the breasts of nature yield; 
And high-coloured fables of depravity lure with their classic varnish. 
While truth is holding out in vain her mirror much despised. 

Of olden time, the fashion was for arms, to make an accomplished slayer. 



144 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series i. 

And set gregarious man a- tilting with his fellows; 

Thereafter, occult sciences, and mystic arts, and symbols, 

How to exorcise a wizard, and how to lay a ghost; 

Anon, all for gallantry and presence, the minuet, the palfrey, and the foil. 

And the grand aim of education was to produce a coxcomb ; 

Soon came scholastical dispute with hydra-headed argument, 

And the true philosophy of mind confounded in a labyrinth of words; 

Then, the Pantheon, and its orgies, initiating docile childhood, 

While diligent youth strove hard to render his all unto Csesar; 

And now is seen the passion for utility, when all things are accounted by 
their price, 

And the wisdom of the wise is busied in hatching golden eggs. 

Perchance, not many moons to come, and all will again be for ab- 
strusity, 

Unravelling the figured veil that hideth Egypt's gods ; 

Or in those strange Avatars seeking benignant Vishnu, 

Kali, and Kamala the fair, and much- invoked Ganesa. ('^") 

The mines of knowledge are oft laid bare through the forked hazelwand 

of chance, 
And in a mountain of quartz we find a grain of gold. 
Of a truth it were well to know all things, and to learn them all at once, 
And what, though mortal insufficiency attain to small knowledge of 

any ? 
Man loveth exclusions delighting in the sterile trodden path. 
While the broad green meadow is jewelled with wild flowers: 
And whether is it better with the many to follow a beaten track, 
Or by eccentric wanderings to cull unheeded sweets ? 

When his reason yieldeth fruit, make thy child thy friend ; 

For a filial friend is a double gain, a diamond set in gold. 

As an infant, thy mandate was enough, but now let him see tny reason? ; 

Confide in him, but with discretion : and bend a willing ear to his 

questions. 
More to thee than to all beside, let him owe good counsel and gocnl 

guidance; 
Let hiiri feel his pursuits have an interest, more to tijce than lo all beside 



SERIES I.] OF EDUCATION. 145 



Watch his native capacities ; nourish that which suiteth him the readiest ; 
And cultivate early those good inclinations wherein thou fearest he is 

most lacking ; 
Is he phlegmatic and desponding ? let small successes comfort his hope ; 
is he obstinate and sanguine? let petty crosses accustom him to life. 
Showeth he a sordid spirit ? be quick, and teach him generosity ; 
Inclineth he to liberal excess? prove to him how hard it is to earn. 
Gather to thy hearth such friends as are worthy of honour and attention , 
For the company a man chooseth is a visible index of his heart : 
But let not the pastor whom thou hearest be too much a familiar in thy 

house, 
For thy children may see his infirmities, and learn to cavil at his teaching. 
It is well to take hold on occasions, and render indirect instruction ; 
It is better to teach upon a system, and reap the wisdom of books: 
The history of nations yieldeth grand outlines: of persons, minute details: 
Poetry is polish to the mind, and high abstractions cleanse it. 
Consider the station of thy son, and breed him to his fortune with 

judgment : 
The rich may profit in much which would bring small advantage to the 
, poor. 

But with all thy care for thy son, with all thy strivings for his welfare. 
Expect disappointment, and look for pain : for he is of an evil stock, and 

will grieve thee. 



OF TOLERANCE. 



A WISE man in a crowded street winneth his way with gentler.ess. 

Nor rudely pusheth aside the stranger that standeth in his path ; 

He knoweth that blind hurry will but hinder, stirring up contention 

against him, 
Yet holdeth he steadily right on, with his face to the scope of his pursuit: 
Even so, in the congress of opinions, the bustling highway of intelligence, 
Eacn man should ask of his neighbour, and yield to him again concession. 
Terms ill defined, and forms misunderstood, and customs, where their 

reasons are unknown. 
Have stirred up many zealous souls to fight against imaginary giants: 
But wisdom will hear the matter out, and often, by keenness of perception. 
Will rind in strange disguise the precious truth he seeketh ; 
So he leaveth unto prejudice or taste the garb and the manner of her 

presence, 
Content to see so nigh the mistress of his love. 
There is no similitude in nature that owneth not also to a difference, 
Yea, no two berries are alike, though twins upon one stem ; 
No drop in the ocean, no pebble on the beach, no leaf in the forest, hath 

its counterpart, 
No mind in its dwelling of mortality, no spirit in the world unseen: 
And therefore, since capacity and essence differ alike with accident, 
None but a bigot partisan will hope for impossible unity. 
Wilt thou ensue peace, nor buffet with the waters of contention, 
Wilt thou be counted wise and gain the Jove of men, 
Let unobtruded error escape the frown of censure. 
Nor lift the glass of truth alway before thy fellows 



SERIES I.] OF TOLERANCE, 147 

I say not, compromise the right, I would not have thee countenance the 

wrong, 
But hear with charitable heart the reasons of an honest judgment ; 
For thou also hast erred, and knowest not when thou art most righ* ; 
Nor whether tomorrow's wisdom may not prove thee simple to-day: 
Perchance thou art chiding in another what once thou wast thyself ; 
Perchance thou sharply reprovest what thou wilt be hereafter. 
A. man that can render a reason, is a man worthy of an answer; 
But he that argueth for victory, deserveth not the tenderness of Truth. 

Whiles a man liveth he may mend : count not thy brother reprobate; 

When he is dead his chance is gone : remember not his faults in bitterness 

A man, till he dieth, is immortal in thy sight; and then he is as nothing; 

Make not the living thy foe, nor take weak vengeance of the dead ; 

For life is as a game of chess, where least causeth greatest. 

And an iil move bringeth loss, and a pawn may insure victory. 

Dost thou suspect? seek out certainty : for now, by self-inflicted pain, 

Or ill-directed wrath, thou wrongest thyself or thy neighbour: 

Suspicion is an early lesson, taught in the school of experience, 

Neither shalt thou easily unlearn it, though charity ply thee with her 

preaching ; 
Yet look thou well for reasons, or ever mistrust hath marred thee, 
Or fear curdled thy blood, or jealousy goaded thee to madness: 
For a look, or a word, or an act, may be taken well or ill, 
As construed by the latitude of love, or the closeness of cold suspicion. 

Better is the wrong with sincerity, rather than the right with falsehood : 

And a prudent man will not lay siege to the stronghold of ignorant bigotry. 

To unsettle a weak mind were an easy inglorious triumph, 

And a strong cause taketh little count of the worthless suffrage of a fooJ : 

Lightly he held to the wrong, loosely will he cling to the right ; 

Weakness is the essence of his mind, and the reed cannot yield an acorn. 

Dogged obstinacy is oftentimes the buttress that proppeth an unstable spirit. 

But a candid man blusheth not to own he is wiser to-day than yesterday 

A man of a little wisdom is a sage among fools ; 

But himself is chief among the fools, if he look for admiration from them. 

A heresy is an evil thing, for its shame is its pride : 



148 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series i 

Its necessary difference of error is the character it most esteemeth: 
Give a man all thnigs short of liberty, thou shalt have no thanks, 
And little wilt thou speed with thine opponent, by proving points he will 

concede. 
The tost sand darkeneth the waves; and clear had been the pages of truth. 
Had not the glossQs of men obscured the simplicity of faith. 
In all things consider thine own ignorance, and gladly take occasion to be 

taught ; 
But suffer not excess of liberality to neutralize thy mental independence. 
The faults and follies of most men make their deaths a gain ; 
But thou also art a man, full of faults and follies; 
Therefore sorrow for the dead, or none shall weep for thee, 
For the measure of charity thou dealest, shall be poured into thine own 

bosom. 
That which vexeth thee now, provoking thee to hate thy brother. 
Bear with it; the annoyance passeth, and may not return for ever: 
The same combinations and results which aggravate thy soul to-day. 
May not meet again for centuries in the kaleidoscojie of circumstance ; 
For men and matters change, new elements mixing in continually. 
And, as with chemical magic, the sour is transmuted into sweetness, 
A little explained, a little endured, a little passed over as a foible. 
And, lo, the jagged atoms fit like smooth mosaic. 
Thou canst not shape another's mind to suit thine own body. 
Think not, then, to be furnishing his brain with thy special notions. 
Charity walketh with a high Gtep, and stumble th not at a trifie : 
Charity hath keen eyes, but the lashes half conceal them : 
Charity is praised of all, and fear not thou that praise, 
Gfod will not love thee less because men love thee more (^^) 



OF SORROW. 



1 SAID, I will seek out sorrow, and minister the balm of pity : 

So I sought her in the house of mourning : but peace followed in her train. 

Then I marked her brooding silently in the gloomy cavern of Regret; 

But a sunbeam of heavenly hope gleamed on her folded wing. 

So I turned to the cabin of the poor, w^here famine dwelt with disease; 

But the bed of the sick was smoothed, and the ploughman whistled at his 

labour. 
So 1 stopped, and mused within myself, to remember where sorrow dwelt, 
For I sought to see her alone, uncomforted, uncompanioned. 
I went to the prison, but penitence was there, and promise of better times; 
[ listened at the madman's cell, but it echoed with deluded laughter. 
Then I turned me to the rich and noble ; I noted the sons of fashion : 
A smile was on the languid cheek, that had no commerce with the heart ; 
Unhallowed thoughts, like fires, gleamed from the window of the eye, 
And sorrow lived with those whose pleasures add unto their sins. 

His infancy wanted not guilt ; his life was continued evil : 

He drew in pride with his mother's milk, and a father's lips taught him 

cursing. 
1 marked him as the wayward boy ; I traced the dissolute youth : 
I saw him betray the innocent, and sacrifice affection to his lust. 
I saw him the companion of knaves, and a squanderer of ill-got gain, 
I heard him curse his own misery, while he hugged the chains that gall- 
ed him : 
For well had experience declared the bitterness of guilty pleasure. 
But habit, with its iron net, involved him in its folds. 

149 



150 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series i. 



Behind him lowered the thunder-storm, which the caldron of his wicked- 
ness had brewed ; 
Before him was the smooth steep cliff, whose base is ruin and despair. 
So he madly rushed on, and tried to forget his being : 
The noisy revel and the low debauch, and fierce excitement of play, 
With dreary interchange of palling pleasures, filled the dull round of ex- 

• istence: 
Memory was to him as a foe, so he flew for false solace to the wine-cup. 
And stunned his enemy at even, but she rent him as a giant in the morn- 
ing. 

I TURNED aside to weep ; 1 lost him a little while : 
I looked, and years had past : he was hoar with the winter of his age. 
And what was now his hope ? where was the balm for his sadness ? 
The memory of the past was guilt : the feeling of the present, remorse. 
Then he set his affections on gold, he worshipped the shrine of Mammon, 
And to lay richer gifts before his idol, he starved his own bowels; 
So, the youlh spent in profligacy ended in the gripings of want : 
The miser grudged himself husks, to take deeper vengeance of the prod- 
igal. 
And I said, this is sorrow; but pity cannot reach it. 
This is to be wretched indeed, to be guilty without repentance. 



OF JOY. 



My soul was sickened within me, so I sought the dwelling- place of Joy : 

And I met it not in laughter ; I found it not in wealth or power ; 

But I saw it in the pleasant home, where religion smiled upon content, 

And the satisfied ambition of the heart rejoiced in the favour of its God. 

Behold the happy man, his face is rayed with pleasure. 

His thoughts are of calm delight, and none can know his blessedness : 

I have watched him from his infancy, and seen him in the grasp of 

death. 
Yet never have 1 noted on his brow the cloud of desponding sorrow. 
He hath knelt beside his cradle; his mother's hymn lulled him to sleep: 
In chddhood he hath loved holiness, and drank from that fountain-head 

of peace 
Wisdom took him for her scholar, guiding his steps in purity : 
He lived unpolluted by the world; and his young heart hated sin. 
But he owned not the spurious religion engendered of faction and mo- 

roseness, 
Neither were the sproutings of his soul seared by the brand of super- 
stition. 
His love is pure and single, sincere, and knoweth not change : 
For his manhood hath been blest with the pleasant choice of his youth : 
Behold his one beloved, she leaneth on his arm. 
And he looketh on the years that are past, to review the dawn of hei 

affection. 
Memory is sweet unto him as a perfect landscape to the sight ; 
Each object is lovely in itself, but the whole is the harmony of 
nature. 



152 PROVERBIAI PHILO^^OPIIY. [series i. 

Behold his little ones around him, they bask in the sunshine of h s 

smile ; 
And infant innocence and joy lighten their happy faces ; 
He is holy, and they honour him : he is loving, and they love him : 
He is consistent, and they esteem him ; he is firm, and they fear him. 
His friends are the excellent amons; men ; and the bands cf theh fn:*nd 

ship are strong ; 
His house is the palace of peace : for the Prince of Peace is there. 
As the ^vearied man to his couch, as the thoughtful man to hi 

musings, 
Even so, from the bustle of life, he goeth to his well-ordered home. 
And though he often sin, he returneth with weeping eyes : 
For he feeleth the mercies of forgiveness, and gloweth with warmer 

gratitude. 

Thus did he walk in happiness, and sorrow was a stranger to his soul ; 
The light of affection sunned his heart, the tear of the grateful bedewed 

his feet. 
He put his hand with constancy to good, and angels knew him as a 

brother, 
And the busy satellites of evil trembled as at God's ally : 
He used his wealth as a wise steward, makins: him friends for fu 

turity ; 
He bent his learning to religion, and religion was with him at the 

last : 
For I saw him after many days, when the time of his release was 

come, 
And I longed for a congregated world, to behold that dying saint, 
As the aloe is green and well-liking, till the last best summer of its 

age, 
And then hangeth out its golden bells to mingle glory with corruption ; 
As a meteor travelleth in splendour, but bursteth in dazzling light; 
Such was the end of the righteous: his death was the sun at his 

setting. 

Look on this picture of joy, and remember that portrait of sorrow : 
Behold the beauty of holiness, behoKl the deformity of sin ! 



SERIES I.] OF JOY. 153 

How long, ye sons of men, will ye scorn the words of wisdom ? 

How long will ye hunt for happiness in the caverns that breed despair 1 

Will ye comfort yourselves in misery, by denying the existence of 

delight, 
And from experience in woe, will ye reason that none are happy ? 
Joy is not in your path, for it loveth not that bleak broad road. 
But its flowers aye hung upon the hedges that line a narrower way ; 
And there the faint travellers of earth may wander and gather for 

themselves, 
To soothe their w^ounded hearts with balm irom the amaranths of 

heaven. 



OKSl AOBA. 



NOTES. 

^FIRST SERIES.) 

^""I "And thine enfranchised fellows hail thy white victorious sails.** 

Page 12. 

See the story of Theseus, as detailed in Dryden's translation of Plutarch, 
Life I. 

(2) <« Who hath companied a vision from the horn or ivory gate ?" 
Page 14. 

Virg. iEn. VI. 894—897. 

" Sunt geminae somni portas ; quarum altera fertur 
Cornea ; qua veris facilis datur exitus umbris ; 
Altera candenti perfecta nitens elephanto; 
Sed falsa ad coslum mittunt insoiiinia Manes." 

(^) " The sea-wort floating on the waves," fyc. Page 18. 

The common sea-weeds on the shores of Europe, the algae and fuci, after 
having, for ages, been considered as synonymous with every thing vile and 
worthless, have, in modern times, been found to be abundant in iodine, the 
only known cure for scrofula, and kelp, so useful in many manuf. ctures. 
Horace has signalized his ignorance of this fact in Od III. 17, 10, " algainutili," 

&c. ; and, in II. Sat. 5, 8, ironically saying, that, " virtus, nisi cum re, 

vilior alga est." Virgil also has put into the mouth of Thyrsis, in Eel. VII. 42 
" Projecta vilior alga." 

C*) " Hath the crocus yielded up its bulb,'" ^c. Page 18. 

The autumnal crocus, or colchicum, which consists of little more than a deep 
bulbous root, and a delicate lilac flower, produces a substance which is called 
veratrin, and has been used with signal success in the cure of gout and similar 
diseases. A few lines lower down, with reference to the elm, I wouid remark, 
that no use has yet been discovered in the principle called "ulmine." 

"The boon of far Peru" is the potatoe. 



I5§ NOTES. [sEiiiisi. 



(5) " fVhen acorns give out fragrant drinks" 5fc. Page 19. 

At a meeting of the Medico-Botanical Society, (in 1S37,) th^ President intro- 
duced to the notice of the members a new beverage which very much resem- 
bled coflfce, and was made from acorns peeled, chopped, and roasted. Bread 
made from sawdust is certainly not very palatable, but no one can doubt that it 
is far more sweet and wholesome than " no bread ;" in a famine, this discov- 
ery, which has passed almost sub silentio, would prove to be of the highest im- 
portance. The darnel, it may be observed in passing, Is highly poisonous, and 
a proper opposite to the lotus. 

(^) ** He, who seeming old in youth,'' ^c. Page 24. 

Compare Isa. lii 14, *' His visage was so marred more than any man, and his 
form more than the sons of men," with the idea implied in the observation, 
John viii. 57, **Thou art not yeX fifty years old, and hast thou seen Abraham 1" 
Our Lord was then thirty-three, or, according to some chronologists, even 
younger. 

C) "^ sentence hath formed a character, and a character subdued a king- 
dom.'' Page 28. 

A better instance of this could scarcely be found than in the late Lord Ex- 
mouth, who first directed his thoughts to the sea from a casual remark made by 
a groom. See his life. 

(^) " That small cavern," ^c. Page 30. 

The pineal gland, a small oval about the size of a pea, situated nearly in the 
centre of the brain, and generally found to contain, even in children, some par- 
ticles of gravel. Galen, and after him Des Cartes, imagined it the seat of the 
soul 

(^) " T/ie Greek hath surnamed, order." Page 36. 

Kd<T/ioj: The Latins also, who rarely can show a beautiful idea which they 
have not borrowed from Greece, have made a similar application of the term 
"mundus" to the fabric of the world. 

^10) a j'q i^g Q^j^j. fjf^y^ fjig RecJuibite vxinteth not a man," fyc. Pas^e 42. 

I have heard it related of Wolfe, the mi-sionary, that when in Arabia, he fell 
in with a small wandering tribe, who refused to drink wine, not on Mohamme- 
dan principles, but because it had in old time been "forbidden by .Tonadab, the 
Bon of Rechab, their father." Compare Jeremiah xxxv 19, " Jonadab, the son 
of Rechab, shall not want a man to stand before me for ever." It will be found 
in Mr. Wolfe's .Journal. 



SERIES [.] NOT£S. 167 

00 ''Of Rest:' Page 43. 

A very obyious objection to the views of Rest here given has probably occur- 
red to more than one religious reader of the English Bible ; " there remaineth 
a rest for the people of God;" doubtless intending the heavenly inheritance. 
If the Greek testament is referred to (Heb. iv. 9,) the word translated "rest" 
will be found to be aaPBariffudg ; a sabbatism, or perpetual sabbath, a rest indeed 
from evil, but very far from being a rest from good: an eternal act of ecstatic 
intellectual worship, or temporary acts in infinite series. It is true that another 
word, KaraTTavaiSy implying complete cessation, occurs in the context ; but this 
is used of the earthly image, Joshua's rest in Canaan ; the material rest of earth 
becomes in the skies a spiritual sabbath ; although I am ready to admit that the 
apostle goes on to argue from the word of the type. In passing, let us observe, 
by way of showing the uncertainty of trusting to any isolated expression of 
the present scriptural version, that there are no less than six several words of 
various meaning which in our New Testament are alt indifferently rendered 
rest: as in Matt. xii. 43, ava-Kavrng : in John xi. 13, koIhtjcis; in Heb. iii. 11, 
Karairavffis : in Acts IX. 31, eiprjvT) ; in 2 Thess. i. 7, avtais: and in Heb. iv. 9, 
ca(3^aTiff[ios. The Koiixrj(Tig is, T apprehend, what is generally meant by rest; so 
\vishes Byron's Giaour to " sleep without the dream of what he was ;" so he who 
in life "loathed the languor of repose," avows that he "would not, if be might, 
be blest, and sought no paradise but Rest. " Such, at least, is not the Christian's 
sabbath, which indeed fully agrees, as might be expected, with metaphysical 
inquiries : a good spirit cannot rest tronf activity in good, nor an evil one from 
activity in evil. Rest, m its common slothful acceptation, is not possible, or is 
at any rate very improbable, in the case of spiritual creatures. 

(-2) " Calm night that breedeth thoughts:' Page 43. 

Eu0p<Jr»|. AnothoT Ctdicate example of the Greek elegance in imnd and 
language. 

(^3) ^^ Proteus,'' ^c. Page 51. 
Compare Virgil, Gecr. IV. 406, 412. 

** Tum variae eludent species atque ora ferarum. 
Fiet enim subito sus horridus, atraque tigi'is, 
tSquamosusque draco, et fulva cervice leaena ; 
Aut acrem fiammae sonitum da)jit, atque ita vinelis 
Excidet ; aut in aquas tenues dilapsus abibit. 
Sed, quanto ille magis formas se vertet in omnes, 
Tanto, nate, magis contends tenacia vincla." 

^J4j n jYe wait, like the sage of Salamis, to see what the end will be " 

Page 54. 
In allusion to the weli-know anecdote of Soion at the court of CroBSUS 



158 NOTES. '.sETiiF.s i. 

(^^) " Crowned with a rainbow of emerald, the green memorial of eartk.'' 

Page 70. 

See Rev. iv. 3, " There was a rainbow round about the throne, in sight like 
unto an emerald :" it may be a fanciful but it is a pleasing idea, that this eme- 
rald rainbow was, as it were, a reflection of the earth, which " God so loved," 
and whose universal robe is green. 

(^6) « Like the Parthian." Page 80. 

Compare Horace, Od. 1. 19, 12, " Versis animosum equis Parthum," and Virj. 
Geo. III. 31, "Parthus fidens fuga, versisque sagittis," with Psalm Ixxviii. 9, 
" The children of Ephraim carrying bows, who turned themselves back in the 
day of battle." 

^17^ a J7,g gia7it king of palms.'' Page 81. 

The magnificent Talipat palm, the column of which frequently exceeds one 
hundred feet in height, whose leaves are each thirty feet in breadth, and 
whose single crop of fruits feasts a whole country. 

(^^) ''It is only the band of the redeemed who can tell thee the fullness of 
that name." Page 85. 

Strictly speaking, only a fallen bein|f is capable of religion, a bringing or bind- 
ing back of the affections to their proper object. An angel or other pure intel- 
ligence, can have no sympathies with the fallen, as such, and therefore caD 
know nothing oire-ligion, as such; his worship is allegiance or ligeance. 

(19) " Of a Trinity." Page 86. 

The candid reader who dissents from the doctrine of the Trinity, will have 
the goodness to remember, that the question itself stands on far other and high- 
er grounds than those of mere analogy: this observation is made in case the slight 
argument here urged should seem weak and unsatisfactory to a reflective mind: 
it is nothing more than an addition pro lucro. It does not at all affect the argu- 
ment that the three elements of all things should be now unknown, or unsus- 
pected. The idea thrown out may one day be found to be correct ; and in fact 
it will be very difficult to prove the contrary, inasmuch as to an assertion of its 
fal ity, " ready answer cometh,"— wait until we know more. 

('^") '* TIi€ noonday light is a compound, the triune shadow of Jehovah." 

Page 87. 

The rainbow, which is light analyzed, is but three colours, blue, yellow, and 
red, with their intermediate shades. I think no one of these can be mixed or 
made of others, and in their union they produce colourless light 



FERiES i.j NOTES. 159 

^21) « Upon whose lips the mystic bee" Sfc. Page 97. 

The classical reader will not need to be reminded of the omen that happened 
to the infant Pindar. 

(2^) ''Let another Omar hum the full library of knowledge." Page 100. 

The Alexandrian library, compiled by Ptolemy Euergetes, contained 700,000 
manuscripts, all of which were burnt by the fanatical calif Omar. 

(^) " Tlie strange skin garments cast upon the shore suggest anotJier 
hemispliere." Page 109. 

An anecdote I have somewhere heard of Columbus, who, having sailed as 
far as Flores, one of the western islands, was induced to proceed further from 
hearing that savage robes and weapons had been cast up by the sea, after the 
prevalence of westerly gales. It will probably be met with in Washington 
Irving's Life of Columbus. 

^24) " Tlie liclien . . . dying, diggeth its own grave." Page 110. 

One of the great uses of these pioneers of vegetation is to corrode and fret 
the smooth surface of the rocks, by an acid which they generate during decom- 
position. 

(25) « Ridicule— the test of truth." Page 113. 

One of the weakest points in the Shaftesbury philosophy, which would weigh 
principles against puns. 

(2^) " And being but men, as men, ye own to all tlie sympathies of man- 
hood..'' Page 129. 

The noble and masculine sentiment of Terence, which of old electrified the 
whole theatre 

" Homo sum, humani nihil a me alienum puto." 

(27) « Ganesa." Page 144. 

The elephant- headed god of prudence who is invoked on every occasion by 
the Hindoos. KaH, called also Durga, is a destroying power. Kamala signifies 
"lotus-like," a type of beauty, and one of the names of Lakshmi. Vishnu is 
the great Preserver in the Brahmin triad: his incarnations are called avatars. 

(23) •« God will not love thee less, because men love thee more." Page 148. 

It may be scarcely necessary to remark, that the gist of the argument in Matt, v 
11," Blessed are ye, when men shall revile you and persecute you, and shall say 
all manner of evil against you," lies in the "falsely, for my sake." This verse 
has all the characteristics of an epigram,— paradox, brevity, and final satisfaction. 



A 



PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY : 



A BOOK OF 



THOUGHTS AND ARGUMENTS, 



BY 

MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER, ESQ,, MA, 

OF cmRISTCHTRCH, OXFORD. 
A.UTHOR OF "the CaOCK OF GOIiD/' ETC. 



SECOND SERIES. 



NEW YORK: 
WILEY & PUTNAM, 161 BROADWAY 

1847, 



CONTENTS. 



SECOND SEKIES. 



PAGl 

Introductory 9 

Of Cheerfulness ; 12 

Of Yesterday * 14 

Of To-day 20 

Of To-morrow 28 

Of Authorship 26 

Of Mystery 32 

Of Gifts 39 

Of Beauty 44 

Of Fame.. 56 

Of Flattery 63 

Of Neglect 70 

Of Contentment 77 

Of Life 82 

Of Death 88 

Of Immortality 94 

Of Ideas 110 

Of Names 113 

Of Things 118 

Of Faith 121 



viii CONTENTS 

PAQK 

Of Honesty 1 28 

Of Society 134 

Of Solitude 14i 

The End *. 144 

Notes 149 



PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY- 



INTRODUCTORY. 



Come again, and greet me as a friend, fellow-pilgrim upon life's highway. 
Leave awhile the hot and dusty road, to loiter in the greenwood of Reflec- 
tion. 
Come, unto my cool dim grotto, that is watered by the rivulet of truth. 
And over whose time-stained rock climb the fairy flowers of content ; 
Here, upon this mossy bank of leisure fling thy load of cares. 
Taste my simple store, and rest one soothing hour. 

Behold, 1 would count thee for a brother, and commune with thy chari 

table soul ; 
Though wrapt within the mantle of a prophet, 1 stand mine own weak 

scholar. 
Heed no disciple for a teacher, if knowledge be not found upon his tongue; 
For vanity and folly were the lessons these lips untaught could give : 
The precious staple of my merchandise cometh from a better country, 
The harvest of my reaping sprang of foreign seed : 
And this poor pensioner of Mercy — should he boast of merit ? 
The grafted stock, — should that be proud of apples not its own ? 
Into the bubbling brook I dip my hermit shell ; 
Man receiveth as a cup, but Wisdom is the river. 

Moreover, for this fillagree of fancy, this Oriental garnish of simib- 
tude 



10 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series ii. 

Alas, the world is old, — and all things old within it : 

[ walk a trodden path, I love the good old ways ; 

Prophets, and priests, and kings have tuned the harp I faintly touch. 

Truth in a garment of the past, is my choice and simple theme ; 

No truth is new to-day ; and the mantle was another's. 

Still, there is an insect swarm, the buzzing cloud of imagery, 
Mote-like steaming on my sight, and thronging my reluctant mind ; 
The memories of studious culling, and multiplied analogies of nature, 
Fresh feelings unrepressed, welling from the heart spontaneous, 
Facts, and comparisons, and meditative atoms, gathered on the heap of 

combination, 
Mingle in the fashion of my speech with gossamer dreams of Reverie. 
I need not beat the underwood for game ; my pheasants flock upon the 

lawn, 
And gamboling hares disport fearless in my dewy field ; 
I roam no heath-empurpled hills, wearily watching for a covey. 
But thoughts fly swift to my decoy, eager to be caught ; 
I sit no quiet angler, lingering patiently for sport. 
But spread my nets for a draught, and take the glittering shoal ; 
1 chase no solitary stag, tracking it with breathless toil. 
But hunt with Aureng-zebe, and spear surrounded thousands ! (^) 

What then, — count ye this a boast ? — sweet charity, think it other. 
For the dog-fish and poisonous ray are captured in the mullet-haul: 
The crane and the kite are of my thoughts, alike with the partridge anft 

the quail. 
And unclean meats as of the clean hang upon my Seric shambles. 
— How, saith he ? shall a man deceive, dressing up his jackal as a lion 1 
Or colour in staid hues of fact the changing vest of falsehood ? — 
Brother, unwittingly he may; doubtless, unwillingly he doth: 
For men are full of fault, and how should he be righteous? 
Carefully my garden hath been weeded, yet shall it be foul with thistle; 
My grapery is diligently thinned, and yet many berries will be sour: 
From my nets have I flung the bad away, to my small skill and 

caution ; 
Vet may some slimy snake have counted for an eel 



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The ruddei of man's best hope cannot always steer himself from error; 
The arrow of man's strai^htest aim flieth short of truth. 
Thu>, the confession ot sincerity visit not as if it were presumption ; 
Noi own me for a leader, where thy reason is not guide. 



OF CHEERFULNESS. 



Taki: courage, prisoner of time, for there be many comforts. 
Cease thy labour in the pit, and bask awhile with truants in the sun 
Be cheerful, m.an of care, for great is the multitude of chances. 
Burst thy fetters of anxiety, and walk among the citizens of ease 
Wherefore dost thou doubt ? if present good is round thee, 
It may be well to look for change, but to trust in a continuance is better 
Whilst, at the crisis of adversity, to hope for some amends were wisdom 
An;l cheerfully to bear thy cross in patient strength is duty. 
T speak of common troubles, and the petty plagues of life. 
The phantom-spies of Unbelief, that lurk about his outposts: 
Sharp suspicion, dull distrust, and sullen stern moroseness, 
Are captains in that locust swarm to lead the cloudy host. 
Thou hast need of fortitude and faith, for the adversaries come on thickly. 
And he that fled hath added wings to his pursuing foes; 
Fight them, and the cravens flee; thy boldness is their panic; 
Fear them, and thy treacherous heart hath lent the ranks a legion : 
Among their shouts of victory resoundeth the wail of Heraclitus, 
While Democrite, confldent and cheerful, hath plucked up the standard of 
their camp. ( ~) 

Not few nor light are the burdens of life; then load it not with heaviness 

of spirit; 
Sickness, and penury, and travail, — there be real ills enow: 
We are wandering benighted, with a waning moon; plunge not ras!ily 

into jungles. 
Where cold and poisonous dnrnps will quench ihe torch of hope: 



6ERIK3 II.] OF CHEERFULNESS. 13 

The tide is strong against us; good oarsmen, pull or perish, — 

If your arms be slack for fear, ye shall not stem the torrent. 

A wise traveller goeth on cheerily, through fair weather or foul ; 

He knoweth that his journey must be sped, so he carrieth his sunshine 

with him. 
Calamities come not as a curse, — nor prosperity for other than a tiial ; 
Struggle, — thou art better for the strife, and the very energy shall hearten 

thee. 
Good is taught in a Spartan school, — hard lessons and a rough discipline. 
But evil Cometh idly of itself, in the luxury of Capuan holidays; 
And wisdom will go bravely forth to meet the chastening scourge, 
Enduring with a thankful heart that punishment of Love. 

There be three chief rivers of despondency; sin, sorrow, fear; 

Sin is the deepest, sorrow hath its shallows, and fear is a noisy rapid: 

But even to the darkest holes in guilt's profoundest river 

Hope can pierce with quickening ray, and all those depths are lightened. 

So long as there is mercy in a God, hope is the privilege of creatures. 

And so soon as there is penitence in creatures, that hope is exalted into 

duty. 
Verily, consider this for courage ; that the fearful and the unbelieving 
Are classed with idolaters and liars, because they trusted not in God: (3) 
For it is no other than selfish sin, a hard and proud ingratitude. 
Where seeming repentance is herald of despair, instead of hope's 

forerunner. 

Moreover, in thy day of Grief, — for friends, or fame, or fortune, 

Well I wot the heart shall ache, and mind be numbed in torpor: 

Let nature weep ; leave her alone ; the freshet of her sorrow must run off; 

And sooner will the lake be clear, relieved of turbid floodings. 

Yet see that her license hath a limit; with the novelty her agony is over: 

Hasten in that earliest calm, to tie her in the leash with Reason. 

For regrets are an enervating folly, and the season for energy is come, 

Yea rather, that the future may repair with diligence the ruins of the past. 

Again, for empty fears, the harassings of possible calamity ; 
Pray, and thou shalt prosper ; trust in God, and tread them down. 



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Yield to the phantas}^ — thou sinnest ; resist it, He will aid thee • 

Out ol Him tliere is no help, nor any sober courage. 

Feeble is the comfort of the faithless, a man without a God ; 

Who dare counsel such an one to fling away his fears ^ 

Fear is the heritage of him, a portion wise and merciful, 

To drive the trembler into safety, if haply he may turn and flee : 

Nevertheless, let him reckon if he will, that all he counteth casual 

May as well be for him as against him : dice have many sides 

And, even as in ailments of the body, diseases follow closely upon 

dreads. 
So, with infirmities of mind, is fear the pallid harbinger of failure. 
It were wise to talk undaunted even in an accidental chaos, 
For the brave man is at peace and free to get the mastery of circum- 
stance. 
The stoutest armour of defence is that which is worn within the bosom, 
And the weapon that no enemy can parry, is a bold and cheerful 

spirit : 
Catapults in old war worked like Titans, crushing foes with rocks, 
So doth a strong-springed heart throw^ back every load on its assailants 

I WENT heavily for cares, and fell into the trance of sorrow : 

And behold, a vision in my trance, and my ministering angel brought it. 

There stood a mountain huge and steep, the awful Rock of Ages ; 

The sun upon its summit, and storms midway, and deep ravines at 

foot, 
And, as I looked, a dense black cloud, suddenly dropping from the 

thunder. 
Filled, like a cataract with yeasty foam, a narrow smiling valley: 
Close and hard that vaporous mass seemed to press the ground. 
And lamentable sounds came up, as of some that were sm )thering 

beneath. 
Then, as T walked upon the mountain, clear in summer's noon. 
For charity I called aloud. Ho ! climb up hither to the sunshine. 
And even like a stream of light my voice had pierced the mist ; 
1 saw below two families of men, and knew their names of old ; 
Courage, struggling through the darkness, stout of heart and giadsome. 
Ran up the shining ladder which the voice of hone hnd made; 



fEnnsii.] OF CHEERFULNESS. 16 

And tripping lightly by his side, a sweet-eyed helpmate with him, 

1 looked upon her face to welcome pleasant Cheerfulness ; 

And a babe was cradled in her bosom, a laughing little prattler. 

The child of Cheerfulness and Courage, — could his name be other than 

Success ? 
So, from his happy wife, when they both stood beside me on the 

mountain, 
The fond father took that babe, and set him on his shoulder in the 

sunshine. 

Again I peered into the valley, for I heard a gasping moan, 

A desolate weak cry, as muffled in the vapours. 

So down that crystal shaft into the poisonous mine 

I sped for charity to seek and save, — and those I sought fled from me. 

At length, I spied far distant, a trembling withered dwarf, 

Who crouched beneath the cloak of a tall and spectral mourner ; 

Then I knew Cowardice and Gloom, and followed them on in darkness. 

Guided by their rustling robes and moans and muffled cries, 

Until in a suffocating pit the wTetched pair had perished, — 

And lo, their whitening bones w^ere shaping out an epitaph of Failure. 

So 1 saw that despondency was death, and flung my burdens from me. 
And, lightened by that effort, I was raised above the world ; 
Yea, in the strangeness of my vision, I seemed to soar on wings, 
And the names they called my wings were Cheerfulness and Wisdoin. 



OF YESTERDAY. 



Speak, poor almsman of to-day, whom none can assure of a to-morrow 
Tell out, with honest heart, the price thou settest upon yesterday. 
Is it then a writing in the dust, traced by the finger of idleness, 
Which Industry, clean housewife, can wipe away for ever ? 
Is it as a furrow on the sand, fashioned by the toying waves, 
Quickly to be trampled then again by the feet of the returning tide 1 
Is it as the pale blue smoke, rising from a peasant's hovel, 
That melted into limp'd air, before it topped the larches? 
Is it but a vision, unstable and unreal, which wise men soon forget ] 
Is it as the stranger of the night, — "^one, we heed not whither ? 
Alas ! thou foolish heart, whose thoughts are but as these, 
Alas ! deluded soul, that hopeth thus of Yesterday. 

For. behold, — those temples of Ellora, the Brahmin's rock- built shrine, 
Behold, — yon granite cliff, which the North Sea buffetcth in vain, — 
That stout old forest fir, — these waking verities of life, — 
This guest abiding ever, not strange, nor a servant, but a son, — 
Such, man, are vanity and dreams, transient as a rainbow on the cloud, 
Weighed against that solid fact, thine ill-remembered Yesterday. 

Come, let me show thee an ensample, where Nature shall instruct us; 

Luxuriantly the arguments for truth spring native in her gardens. 

Seek we yonder woodman of the plain ; he is measuring his axe to the 

elm. 
And anon the sturdy strokes ring u])on the wintry air: 
Eagerly the village schoolboys cluster on the tightened rope, 



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SERIES II.] OF YESTERDAY. 17 

Shouting, and bentlinj; to the pull, or lifted from the ground elastic; 
The huge tree boweth like Sisera, boweth to its foes with faintness, — 
Its sinews crack, — deep groans declare the reeling anguish of Goliath, 
The wedge is driven home, — and the saw is at its heart, — and lo, with 

solemn slowness. 
The shuddering monarch riseth from his throne, — toppled with a crash,— 

and is fallen ! 

Now, shall the mangled stump teach proud man a lesson ; 
Now, can we from that elm-tree's sap distil the wine of Truth. 
Heed ye those hundred rings, concentric from the core. 
Eddying in various waves to the red bark's shore-like rim .' 
These be the gathering of yesterdays, present all to-day. 
This is the tree's judgment, self-history that cannot be gainsaid : 
Seven years agone there was a drought, — and the seventh ring is nar- 
rowed ; 
The fifth from hence was half a deluge, — the fifth is cellular and broad. 
Thus, Man, thou art a result, the growth of many yesterdays. 
That stamp thy secret soul with marks of w^eal or woe : 
Thou art an almanac of self, the living record of thy deeds; 
Spirit hath its scars as w^ell as body, sore and aching in their season . 
Here is a knot, — it was a crime ; there is a canker, — selfishness; 
Lo, here, the heart- wood rotten ; lo, there, perchance, the sap-wood sound 
Nature teacheth not in vain ; thy works are in thee, of thee ; 
Some present evil bent hath grown of older errors : 
And w^hat ii thou be walking now uprightly ? Salve not thy v/ounds 

with poison. 
As if a petty goodness of to-day hath blotted out the sin of yesterday : 
It is well, thou hast life and light; and the Hewer showeth mercy, 
Dressing the root, pruning the branch, and looking for thy tardy fruits; 
But, even here, as thou standest, cheerful belike and careless. 
The stains of ancient evil are upon thee, the record of thy wrong is in 

thee: 
For, a curse of many yesterdays is thine, many yesterdays of sin. 
That, haply little heeded now, shall blast thy many morrows. 

Shall then a man reck n^thirsg-, but hurl mad defiance nt his Jud^e 



18 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [skries ii 

Knowing that less than an omnipotent cannot make the has been, not 

been ? 
He ought, — so Satan spake ; he must, — so Atheism urgeth ; 
He may, it was the hbertine's thought; he doth, — the bad world said it. 
Bat thou of humbler heart, thou student wiser for simplicity, 
\Vhile nature warneth thee betimes, heed the loving counsel of Religion. 
True, this change is good, and penitence most precious; 
But trust not thou thy change, nor rest upon repentance ; 
For we all are corrupted at the core, smooth as surface seemeth ; 
What health can bloom in a beautiful skin, when rottenness hath fed upon 

the bones ? 
And guilt is parcel ol us all ; not thou, sweet nursling of affection, 
Art spotless, though so passing fair, — nor thou, mild patriarch of virtue. 

Behold then, the better Tree of Life, free unto us all for grafting. 

Cut thee from the hollow root of self, to be budded on a richer Vine. 

Be desperate, man, as of evil, so of good : tear that tunic from thee; 

The past can never be retrieved, be the present what it may. 

Vain is the penance and the scourge, vain the fast and vigil; 

The fencer's cautious skill to day, can this erase his scars ? 

It is Man's to famish as a faquir, it is Man's to die a devotee, 

Light is the torture and the toil, balanced with the wages of Eternity: 

But, it is God's to yearn in love on the humblest, the poorest, and the 

worst. 
For he givelh freely, as a King, asking only thanks for mercy. 
Look upon this noble-hearted Substitute; seeing thy woes, he })itied thee. 
Bowed beneath the mountain of thy sin, and perished, — but for Godhead; 
There stood the Atlas in his power, and Prometheus in his love is there. 
Emptying on wretched man the blessings earned from heaven : 
Put them not away, hide them in thy heart, poor and penitent receiver. 
Be gratitude thy counsellor to good, and wholesome fear unto obedience: 
Remember, the pruning-knife is keen, cutting cankers even from the vine: 
Remember, twelve were chosen, and one among them livelh — in perdition 

Yea, — for standing unatoned, the soul is a bison on the prairie. 

Hunted by those trooping wolves, the many sinful yesterdays: 

And it speedeth a terrified Deucalion, flinging back the pebble in his flight. 



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The pebble that must add one more to those pursuing ghosts, (^) 

man, there is a storm behind, should drive thy bark to haven; 

The foe, the foe is on thy track, patient, certain, and avenging; 

Day by day, solemnly and silently, followeth the fearful past, — 

His step is lame but sure; for he catcheth the present in eternity : 

And how to escape that foe, the present-past in future ? 

How to avert tl;at fate, living consequence of causes unexistent ?— - 

Boldly v.-e must overleap his birth, and date above his memories, 

Grafted on the living Tree that was before a yesterday ; 

No refuge of a younger birth than one that saw creation 

Can hide the child of time from still condemning yesterday. 

There is the Sanctuary-city, mocking at the wrath of thine Avenger ; 

Close at hand, with its w^icket on the latch; haste for thy life, poor 

hunted one ! 
The gladiator, Guilt, fighteth as of old, armed with net and dagger ; 
Snaring in the mesh of yesterdays, stabbing with the poniard of to-day : 
Fly, thy sword is broken at the hilt; fly, thy shield is shivered, 
Leap the barriers and baffle him: the arena of the past is his. 
The bounds of Guilt are the cycles of Time ; thou must be safe within 

Eternity ; 
The arms of God alone shall rescue thee from Yesterday. 



OF TO-DAY. 



Now, is the constant syllable ticking from the clock of time, 

Now, is the watchword of the wise. Now, is on the banner of the 

prudent. 
Cherish thy to-day and prize it well, or ever it be gulfed into the past. 
Husband it, lor who can promise if it shall have a morrow ? 
Behold thou art, — it is enough ; that present care be thine ; 
Leave thou the past to thy Redeemer, entrust the future to thy Friend; 
But tor to-day, child of man, tend thou charily the minutes* 
The harvest of thy yesterday, the seed-corn of thy morrow. 

Last night died its day ; and the deeds thereof were judged : 

Thou didst lay thee down as in a shroud, in darkness and deainlike 

slumber; 
But at the trumpet ol this morn, waking the world to resurrection. 
Thou didst arise, like others, to live a new day's life ; 
Fear, lest folly givetheecause to mourn its passing presence. 
Fear, that to-morrow's sigh be not, would God it had not dawned ! 

For, To-day the lists are set, and thou must bear thee bravely. 

Tilting for honour, duty, life, or death without reproach : 

To-day, is the trial of thy fortitude, dauntless Mandan chief; 

To-day, is thy watch, sentinel ; to-day thy reprieve, captive ; 

What more? to-day is the golden chance wherewith to snatch fruition, — 

Be glad, grateful, temperate: there are asps among the figs. 

For the potter's clay is in thy hands, — to mould it or to mar it f;t thy 



wUl, 

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?EBiEs II.] OF TO-DAY. 21 



Or i(ily to leave it m the sun, an uncouth lump to harden. 

bright presence of To-day, let me wrestle with thee, gracious 

angel, 

1 will not let thee go, except thou bless me; bless me, tnen. To-day: 

sweet garden of To-day, let me gather of thee, precious Eden, 

1 have stolen bitter knowledge, give me fruits of life To-day : 

true temple of To-day, let me worship m thee, glorious Zion ; 

1 find none other place nor time, than where I am To-day : 

living rescue of To-day, let m.e run unto thee, ark of refuge ; 

1 see none other hope nor chance, but standeth in To-day : 

rich banquet of To-day, let me feast upon thee, saving manna ; 

1 have none other food nor store, but daily bread To-day ! 

Behold, thou art pilot of the ship, and owner of that freighted galleon. 
Competent, with all thy weakness, to steer into safety or be lost : 
Compass and chart are in thy hand: roadstead and rocks thou 

Knowest ; 
Thou art warned of reefs and shallows ; thou beholdest the harbour and 

its lights. 
Y\"hat? shall thy wantonness or sloth drive the gallant vessel on the 

breakers ? 
What? shall the helmsman's hand wear upon the black lee shore ? 
Vain is that excuse ; thou canst escape : thy mind is responsible for 

wrong : 
V^ain that murmur ; thou may'st live : thy soul is debtor for the right. 
To-day, in the voyage of thy life down the dark tide of time. 
Stand boldly to thy tiller, guide thee by the pole-star, and be safe; 
To-day, passing nsar the sunken-rocks, the quicksands and whirlpools of 

probation. 
Leave awhile the rudder to swing round, give the wind its heading, and be 

wrecked. 

The crisis of man's destiny is Now, a still recurring danger : 
Who can tell the trials and temptations coming with the coming hour ? 
Tnou standest a target-like Sebastian, and the arrows whistle near thee : 
Who knoweth when he may be hit ? for great is the company of archers. 



22 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series ii 

Each breath is burdened with a bidding, and every minute hath its mis- 
sion ; 
For spirits, good and bad, cluster on the thickly peopled air: 
Sin may blast thee, grace may bless thee, good or ill this hour : 
Chance, and change, and doubt, and fear, are parasites of all. 
A man's life is a tower, with a staircase of many steps. 
That, as he toileth upward, crumble successively behind him: 
No going back, the past is an abyss; no stopping, for the present pensh- 

clh; 
But ever hasting on, precarious on the foothold of To-day. 
Our cares are all To-day; our joys are all To-day; 
And in one little word, our life, what is it, but — To-day ? 



OF TO-MORROW. 



There is a floating island, forward, on the stream of time. 

Buoyant with fermenting air, and borne along the rapids ; 

And on that island is a siren, singing sweetly as she goeth, 

Her eyes are bright with invitation, and allurement lurketh m hei cheeks; 

Many lovers vainly pursuing, follow her beckoning finger, 

Many lovers seek her still, even to the cataract of death. 

To-morrow is that island, a vain and foolish heritage, 

And, laughing with seductive lips. Delusion hideth there. 

Often, the precious present is wasted in visions of the future, 

And coy To-morrow cometh not with prophecies fulfilled. 

There is a fairy skiff, plying on the sea of life. 

And charitably toiling still to save the shipwrecked crews; 

Within, kindly patient, sitteth a gentle mariner, 

Piloting through surf and strait, the fragile barks of men : 

How cheering is her voice, how skilfully she guideth. 

How nobly leading onward yet, defying even death ! 

To-morrow is that skiff, a wise and welcome rescue, 

^nd, full of gladdening words and looks, that mariner is Hope. 

Often, the painful present is comforted by flattering the future. 

And kind To-morrow beareth half the burdens of To-day. 

To-morrow, whispereth weakness ; and To-morrow findeth him the 

weaker ; 
To-morrow, promiseth conscience ; and behold, no to-day for a fulfilment. 
name of happy omen unto youth, bitter word of terror to the 

dotard, 



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Goal of folly's lazy wish, and sorrow's ever-coming friend, 

Fraud's loophole, — caution's hint, — and trap lo catch the honest, — 

Thou wealth to many poor, disgrace to many noble, 

Thou hope and fear, thou weal and woe, thou remedy, thou ruin, 

How thickly swarms of thought are clustering round To-morrow, 

The hive of memory increaseth, to every day its cell ; 

There is the labour stored, the honey or corruption ; 

Each morn the bees fly forth, to fill the growing comb. 

And levy golden tribute of the uncomplaining flowers : 

To-morrow is their care ; they toil for rest To-morrow ; 

But man deferreth duty's task, and loveth ease to-day. 

To-MORRow is that lamp upon the marsh, which a traveller never 

reach eth ; 
To-morrow, the rainbow's cup, coveted prize of ignorance ; 
To-morrow, the shifting anchorage, dangerous trust of mariners; 
To-morrow, the wrecker's beacon, wily snare of the destroyer. 
Reconcile conviction with delay, and To-morrow is a fatal lie; 
Frighten resolutions into action. To-morrow is a wholesome truth : 
1 must, for I fear To-morrow ; this is the Cassava's food ; 
Why should I ? let me trust To-morrow, — this is the Cassava's poison. 

Lo, it is the even of To-day, — a day so lately a To morrow ; 
Where are those high resolves, those hopes of yesternight? 

faint fond heart, still shall thy whisper be. To-morrow, 

And must the growing avalanche of sin roll down that easy slope I 
Alas, it is ponderous, and moving on in mi2;ht, that a Sisyphus may not 

stop it ; 
But haste thee with the lever of a prayer, and stem its strength To-day; 
For its race may speedily be run, and this poor hut, thyself. 
Be whelmed in death and suffocating guilt, that dreary Alpine snow 

wreath. 

Pensioner of life, be wise, and heed a brother's counsel, 

1 also am a beadsman, with scrip and staff as thou : 
Wouldest thou be bold against the past, and all its evil memories, 
VVnuldest thou be P.ife amid ih?» present, its dangers and temptations, 



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SERIES II.] OF TO-MORROW. 25 



Wouldest thou be hopeful of the future, vague though it be and endless ? 
Haste thee, repent, believe, obey ! thou standest in the courage of a legion : 
Commend the Past to God, with all its irrevocable harm, 
Humbly, but in cheerful trust, and banish vain regrets ; 
Come to him, continually come, casting all the Present at his feet. 
Boldly, but in prayerful love, and fling off selfish cares; 
Commit the Future to his will, the viewless fated Future ; 
Zealously go forward with integrity, and God will bless thy faith. 
For that, feeble as thou art, there is with thee a mighty Conqueror, 
Thy friend, the same for ever, yesterday, to-day, and to-morrow ; 
That friend, changeless as eternity, himself shall make thee friends 
Of those thy foe?; transformed, yesterday, to-day, and to-morrow. 



OF AUTHORSHIP. 



Great is the dignity of Authorship: I magnify mine office; 

Albeit in much feebleness I hold it thus unworthily. 

For it is to be one of a noble band, the welfare of the world. 

Whose haunt is on the lips of men, whose dwelling in their hearts. 

Who are precious in the retrospect of Memory, and walk among the 

visions of Hope, 
Who commune with the good for everlasting, and call the wisest, brother, 
Whose voice hath burst the Silence, and whose light is flung upon the 

Darkness, 
—Flashing jewels on a robe of black, and harmony bounding out of chaos, — 
Who gladden empires with their wisdom, and bless to the farthest gene- 
ration, 
Doers of illimitable good, gainers of inestimable glory ! 
We speak but of the Magnates, we heed none humbler than the liighest. 
We take no count of sorry scribes, nor waste one thought upon the 

groundlings ; 
Our eyes are lifted from the multitude, groping in the dark w^ith candles, 
To gaze upon that firmament of praise, the constellated lamps of learning. 
Everduring w^itnesses of Mind, undisputed evidence of Power, 
Goodly volumes, living stones, build up their author's te!T>plc; 
Though of low estate, his rank is above princes, — though needy, he hath 

worship of the rich, 
When Genius unfarleth on the winds his banner as a mighty leader. 
Just in purpose, and self-possessed in soul, lord of many talents. 
The mental Croesus gocth forth, rejoicing in his wealth ; 
Keen and clear perception gloweth on his forr^head like a sunbeam, 



SERIES II.] OF AUTHORSHIP. 27 

He realeth men at a glance, and mists roll away before him ; 

The wise have set him as their captain, the foolish are rebuked at his 

presence. 
The excellent bless him with their prayers, and the wicked praise him by 

their curses ; 
His voice, mighty in operation, stirreth up the world as a trumpet. 
And kings account it honour to be numbered of his friends. 

Rare is the worthiness of Authorship : I justify mine office ; 

Albeit fancies weak as mine credit not the calling. 

For it addeth immortality to dying facts, that are ready to vanish away, 

Embalming as in amber the poor insects of an hour; 

Shedding upon stocks and stones the tender light of interest, 

And illumining dark places of the earth, with radiance of classic lustre. 

It hath power to make past things present, and availeth for the present in 

the future, 
Delivering thoughts, and words, and deeds, from the outer darkness of 

oblivion : 
Where are the sages and the heroes, giants of old time .' — 
Where are the mighty kings that reigned before Agamemnon ? — 
Alas, they lie unwept, unhonoured hidden in the midnight: 
Alas, for they died unchronicled : their memorial perished with them. 
Where are the nobles of Nineveh, and m.tred rulers of Babylon? 
Where are the lords of Edom, and the royal pontiffs of Thebais .' 
The golden Satrap, and the Tetrarch, — the Hun, and the Druid, and the 

Celt ? 
The merchant princes of Phoenicia, and the minds that fashioned Ele- 

phanta ? 
Alas, for the poet hath forgotten them ; and lo ! they are outcasts of 

Memory ; 
Alas, that they are withered leaves, sapless and fallen from the chaplct 

of fame. 
Speak, Etruria, whose bones be these, entombed with costly care, — 
Tell out, Herculaneum, the titles that have sounded in those thy 

palaces, — 
Lycian Zanthus, thy citadels are mute, and the honour of their architects 

hath died ; 



Its PROVERBIAL PIIILOSOPriY. [series it 

Copan and Palenque, dreamy ruins in the West, the forest hath swal- 
lowed up your sculptures; (^) 
Syracuse, — how silent of the past ! — Carthage, thou art blotted from re- 
membrance ! 
E^ypt, wondrous shores, ye are buried in the sandhills of for^etfulness ! 
Alas, — for in your glorious youth. Time himself w^as young. 
And none durst wrestle with that Angel, iron-sinewed bridegroom of 

Space ; 
So he flew by, strong upon the wing, nor dropped one falling feather. 
Wherewith some hoary scribe might register their honour and renown. 
Beyond the broad Atlantic, in the regions of the setting sun, 
Ask of the plume-crowned Tncas, that ruled in old Peru, — 
Ask of grand Caziques, and priests of the pyramids of Mexico, — 
Ask of a thousand painted tribes, high nobility of Nature, 
Who, once, could roam their own Elysian plains, free, generous, and 

happy. 
Who, now, degraded and in exile, having sold their fatherland for nought, 
Sink and are extinguished in the w^estern seas, even as the sun they 

follow, — 
Where is the record of their deeds, their prowess worthy of Achilles, 
Nestor's wisdom, the chivalry of Manlius, the native eloquence ol 

Cicero, 
The skill of Xenophon, the spirit of Alcibiades, the fnniness of a jNlac- 

cabsean mother. 
Brotherly love that Antigone might envy, the honour and the fortitude oi 

Regulus ? 
Alas! their glory and their praise have vanished like a summer cloud : 
Alas ! that th?y are dead indeed ; they are not written down in the Book 
of the living. 

High is the privilege of Authorship : I purify mine office; 

Albeit earthly stains pollute it in my hands. 

For it is to the world a teacher and a guide. Mentor oi that gay Te- 

lemachus; 
Warning, comforting, and helping, — a lover ard a friend of Man. 
Heaven's almoner, Earth's liea'th, patient minister ni goodness 
With kind and zealous pen, the wiso relit>:innF; hlcsso'h : 



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Nature's worsliipper, and neophyte of grace, rich in tender sympathies, 

With kindled soul and flashing eye the poet poureth out his heartlul : 

Priest of truth, champion of innocence, warder of the gates of praise, 

Carefully with sifting search laboureth the pale historian: 

Error's enemy, and acolyte of science, firm in sober argument, 

The calm philosopher marshalleth his facts, noting on his page their 

principles. 
These pour mercies upon men ; and others, little less in honour. 
By cheerful wit and graphic tale refreshening the harassed spirit. 
But, there be other some beside, buyers and sellers in the temple. 
Who shame their high vocation, greedy of inglorious gain ; 
There be, who, fabricating books, heed of them meanly as of mer- 
chandize ; 
And seek nor use, nor truth, nor fame, but sell their minds for lucre: 
false brethren ! ye wot indeed the labour, but are witless of the love ; 
lying prophets, chilled in soul, unquickened by the life of inspiration ! — 
And there be, who, frivolous and vain, seek to make others foolish, 
Snaring Youth by loose sweet song, and Age by selfish maxim ; 
Cleverly heartless, and wittily profane, they swell the river of corruption : 
Brilliant satellites of sin,-— my soul, be not found among their company. 
And there be, who, haters of religion, toil to prove it priestcraft. 
Owning none other aim nor hope, but to confound the good : 
Woe unto them ! for their works shall live ; yea, to their utter con- 
demnation : 
Woe ! for their own handwriting shall testify against them for ever. 

Pure is the happiness of Authorship : I glorify mine office ; 

Albeit lightly having sipped the cup of its lower pleasures. 

For it is to feel with a father's heart, when he yearneth on the child of 
his affections; 

To rejoice in a man's own miniature world, gladdened by its rare arrange- 
ment. 

The poem, is it not a fabric of mind ? we love what w^e create : 

That choice and musical order, — how pleasant is the toll of composition ! 

Yea, when the volume of the universe was blazoned out in brauty by its 
Author, 

God was glad, and blessed his work ; for it was very good. 



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And shall not the image of his Maker be happy in his own mind's doin^: 
Looking on the structure he hath reared, gratefully with sweet compla:ence ] 
JShall not the Minerva of his brain, panoplied and perfect in proportions, 
Gladden the soul and give light unto the eyes of him the travailing parent 1 
Go to the sculptor, and ask him of his dreams, w^herefore are his nights so 

moonlit ? 
Angel faces, and beautitul shapes, fascinate the pale Pygmalion : 
Go to the painter, and trace his reveries, — wherefore are his days so sunny ? 
Choice design and skilful colouring charm the flitting hours of Parrhasius ; 
Even so, walking in his buoyancy, intoxicate with fairy fancies. 
The young enthusiast of authorship goeth on his way rejoicing: 
Behold, — he is gallantly attended ; legions of thrilling thoughts 
Throng about the standard of his mind, and call his Will their captain; 
Behold, — his court is as a monarch's; ideas, and grand imaginations 
Swell, with gorgeous cavalcade, the splendour of his Spiritual State; 
Behold, — he is delicately served; for oftentimes, in solitary calmness, 
Some mental fair Egeria smileth on her Numa's w^orship; 
Behold, — he is happy ; there is gladness in his eye, and his heart is a 

sealed fountain. 
Bounding secretly with joys unseen, and keeping dowm its ecstacy of 

pleasure ! 

Yea; how dignified, and worthy, full of privilege and happiness, 

Standelh in majestic independence the self-ennobled Author! 

For God hath blessed him w^ith a mind, and cherished it in tenderness and 

purity, 
Hath taught it in the whisperings of wisdom, and added all the riches of 

content : 
Therefore, leaning on his God, a pensioner for soul and body, 
His spirit is the subject of none other, calling no man Master. 
His hopes are mighty and eternal, scorning small ambitions : 
He hideth from the j)ettiness of praise, and pitieth the feebleness of envy 
If he meet honours, well; it may be his humility to take them: 
ll he be rebuked, better ; his veriest enemy shall teach him. 
For the master-mind hath a birthright of eminence; his cradle is an eagle's 

eyrie : 
Need but to wait till his wings are grown, and genius soareth to the sun : 



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To creeping things upon the mountain leaveth he the gradual ascent. 

Resting his swiftness on the summit only for a higher flight. 

Glad in clear good-conscience, lightly doth he look for commendation; 

What, if the prophet lacketh honour ? for he can spare that praise : 

The honest giant careth not to be patted on the back by pigmies : 

Flatter greatness, he brooketh it good-humouredly : blame him, — thou 

tiltest at a pyramid : 
Yet, just censure of the good never can he hear without contrition ; 
Neither would he miss one wise man's praise, for scarce is that jewel and 

costly. 
Only for the herd ot common minds, and the vulgar trumpetings of fame, 
U aught he heedeth in the matter, his honour is sought in their neglect. 
Slender is the marvel, and little is the glory, when round his luscious 

fruits 
The worm and the wasp and the multitude of flies are gathered as to 

banquet ; 
Fashion's freak, and the critical sting, and the flood of flatteries, he scorneth ; 
Cheerfully asking of the crowd the favour to forget him : 
The w^hile his blooming fruits ripen in richer fragrance, 
A feast for the few, — and the many yet unborn, — who still shall love their 

savour. 

So then, humbly with his God, and proudly independent of his fellows, 
Walketh, in pleasures multitudinous, the man ennobled by his pen : 
He hath built up, glorious architect, a monument more durable than brass , 
His children's children shall talk of him in love, and teach their sons his 

honour: 
His dignity hath set the among princes, the universe is debtor to his worth, 
His privilege is blessing for ever, his happiness shineth now, 
For he standeth of that grand Election, each man one among a thousand, 
Whose sound is gone out into all lands, and their words to the end of the 
' world ' 



OF MYSTERY. 



All things being are in mystery ; we expound mysteries by mystenes; 

And yet the secret of them all is one in simple grandeur: 

All intricate, yet each path plain, to those who know the way; 

All unapproachable, yet easy of access, to them that hold the key : 

We walk among labyrinths oi wonder, but thread the mazes with a 

clue; 
We sail in chartless seas, but behold ! the pole-star is above us. 
For, counting down from God's good-will, thou meltest every riddle into 

him. 
The axiom of reason is an undiscovered God, and all things live in his 

ubiquity; 
There is only one great secret; but that one hideth every where; 
How should the infinite be understood in Time, when it stretcheth on un- 

grasped for ever ; 
Can a halting Qi^Jipus of earth guess that enigma of the universe ? 
Not one : the sword of faith must cut the Gordian knot of Nature. 

God, pervading all, is in all ttiings the mystery of each ; 

The wherefore of its character and essence, the fountain of its virtues and 

its beauties. 
The child asketh of its mother, — Wherefore is the violet so sweet? 
The mother answereth her babe, — Darling, God hath willed it. 
And sages, diving into science, have but a profundity of words. 
They track for soir.e few links ihe circling chain of consequence, 
And then, after doubts and dis])utations, are left where they began. 
At the bald conclusion of a clown, things are because they are. 



SEKics ii.j OF MYSTERY. 33 

Wherefore are the meadows green, is it not to gratify the eye 1 

But why should greenness charm the eye ? such is God's good will. 

Wherefore is the ear attuned to a pleasure in musical sounds. 

And who set a number to those sounds, and fixed the laws of harmony t 

Who taught the bird to build its nest, or lent the shrub its life. 

Or poised in the balances of order the power to attract and to repel ] 

Who continueth the worlds, and the sea, and the heart in motion ? 

Who commanded gravitation to lie down all upon its sphere ? — 

For even as a limestone cliff is an aggregate of countless shells. 

One riddle concrete of many, a mystery compact of mysteries. 

So God, cloudcapped in immensity, standeth the cohesion of all things. 

And secrets, sublimely indistinct, permeate that Universe, Himself : 

As IS the whole, so are the parts, whether they be mighty or minute, 

The sun is not more unexplained than the tissue of an emmet's wing. 

Thus then, omnipresent Deity worketh his unbiassed mind, 
A mind, one in moral, but infinitely multiplied in means: 
And the uniform prudence of his will cometh to be counted law. 
Till mutable man fancieth volition, stirring in the potter's clay: 
God, a wise father, showeth not his reasons to his babes: 
But willeth in secrecy and goodness; for causes generate dispute: 
Then we^ his darkling children, watch that invariable purpose, 
And invest the passive creature with its Maker's energy and skill. 
Therefore, they of old time stopped short of God in idols. 
Therefore, in these latter days, we heed not the Jehovah in his works. 
Mystery is God's great name ; He is the mystery of goodness : 
Some other, from the hierarchs of heaven, usurped the mystery of sin. 
God is the King, yea even of himself ; he crowned himself with holi- 
ness ; 
The burning circlet of iniquity another found and wore. 
God is separate, even from his attributes; but he willed eternally the 

good; 
Tlierefore freely, though unchangeably, is wise, righteous, and loving: 
But ambition, open unto angels, saw the evil, flung asiae from ever- 
lasting, 
it was Lucifer that saw, and nothing loathed those black unclaimed 
r^galia> 



34 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series ii 

So he coveted and stole, to be counted for a king, antagonist of God, 
But when he touched the leprous robes, behold, a cheated traitor 

For self-existence, charactered with love, with power, wisdom, and 

ubiquity, 
Could not dwell alone, but willed and worked creation. 
Thus, in continual exhalation, darkening the void with matter. 
Sprang from prolific Deity the creatures of his skill ; 
And beings, living on his breath, were needfully less perfect than himself, 
Therefore less capable of bliss, whereat his benevolence was bounded ; 
So to make the capability expand, intensely progressive to eternity. 
He suffered darkness to illustrate the light, and pain to heighten pleasure 
To heap up happiness on souls he loved, allowed he sin and sorrow. 
And then to guilt and grief and shame, he brought unbidden amnesty: 
Sinless, none had been redeemed, nor wrapt again in God : 
Sorrowless, no conflict had been known, and Heaven had been mulcted of 

its comfort : 
Yea, with evil unexhibited, probationary toils unfelt. 
Men had not appreciated good, nor angels valued their security. 
Herein, to reason's eye, is revealed the mystery of goodness. 
Blessing through permitted woe, and teaching by the mystery of sin. 

Christian, whose chastened curiosity loveth things mysterious. 

Accounting them shadows and eclipses of Him the one great light. 

Look now, satisfied with faith, on minds that judge by sense, 

And dull from contemplating matter, take small heed of spirit. 

Toiling feebly upward, their argument tracketh from below. 

They catch the latest consequent, and prove the nearest cause : 

What is this? that a seed produced a seed, and so for a thousand seasons- 

Ascend a thousand steps, thy ladder leaveth thee in air : 

Thou canst not climb to God, and short of Him is nothing; ^ 

There is no cause for aught we see, but in his present will. 

Begin from the Maker, thou carricst down his attributes to reptiles. 

The sharded beetle and the lizard live and move in Him: 

Be;2:in from the creature, corruption and infirmity mar thy foolish toil. 

Heap Ossa on Olympus, — how much art thou nearer to the stars.' 

It is easy running ^rom a mountain's top down to the valleys at its foot. 



SERIES II.] OF MYSTERY. 3o 

But difficult and steep the laborious ascent, and feebly shalt thou reach it; 

Yet man, beginning from himself, that first deluding mystery, 

Hopeth Irom the pit of lies to struggle up to truth ; 

So, taxing knowledge to its strength, he pusheth one step further, 

A.nd fancieth complacently that much is done by reaching a remote effect t 

Then he maketh answer to himself, as a silly nurse to her little one, 

Evading, in a mist of words, hard things he cannot solve ; 

Till, like an ostrich in the desert, he burieth his head in atoms, 

Hoping that, if he is blind, no sun can shine in heaven. 

'RiEREFORE Cometh it to pass, that an atheist is ever the most credulous. 

Snatching at any foolish cause, that may dispel his doubts ; 

And, even as it were for ridicule, a spectacle to men and angels, 

The caplious and cautious unbeliever is of all men weakest to believe : 

Cut from the anchorage of God, his bark is a plaything of the billows; 

The compass of his principle is broken, the rudder of his faith unshipped : 

Chance and Fate, in a stultified antagonism, govern all for him; 

Truth sprang from the conflict of falsities, and the multitude of accidents 

hath bred design ! 
Where is the imposture so gross that shall not entrap his curiosity ' 
What superstition is so abject that it doth not blanch his cheek ? 
Whereof can he be sure, with whom Chaos is substitute for order ? 
How should his silly structure stand, a pyramid built upon its apex ? 
Yea, I have seen gray-headed men, the bastard slips of science. 
Go for light to glow worms, while they scorn the sun at noon; 
Men, who fear no God, trembling at a gipsy's curse, 
Men, who jest at revelation, clinging to a madman's prophecy ! 

There is a pleasing dread in the fashion of all mysteries. 

For hope is mixed therein and fear; who shall divine their issue? 

Even the orphan, wandering by night, lost on dreary moors. 

Is sensible of some vague bliss amidst his shapeless terrors ; 

The buoyancy of instant expectatioii, spurring on the mind to venture, 

Overbeareth, in its energy, the cramp and the chill of ap})rehens5'^n. 

There is a solitary pride, when the heart, in new importance, 

W^riteth o^ladly on its archive?, the secrets none other mm have seen : 

And there is a ca^e.l terror, evermoro wresllinjr with the mind. 



36 PROVERBIAL rHILOSOPHY. (series ir. 

When crime hath whispered his confession, and the secrets are written 

there in blood : 
The village maiden is elated at a tenderly confided tale ; 
The bandit's wife with sickening fear guessed the premeditated murder ; 
The sage, with triumph on his brow, hideth his deep discovery; 
The idlest clown shall delve all day to find a hidden treasure. 

For mystery is man's life ; we wake to the whis})erings of novelty : 
And what, though we lie down disappointed ? we sleep, to wake m 

hope. 
The letter, or the news, the chances and the changes, matters that may 

happen. 
Sweeten or embitter daily life with the honey-gall of mystery. 
For w^e walk blindfold, — and a minute may be much, — a step may reach 

the precipice ; 
What earthly loss, what heavenly gain, may not this day produce ? 
Levelled of Alps and Andes, without its valleys and ravines, 
How dull the face of earth, unfeatured of both beauty and sublimity : 
And so, shorn of mystery, beggared in its hopes and fears, 
How flat the prospect of existence, mapped by intuitive foreknowledge. 
Praise God, creature of earth, for the mercies linked with secrecy, 
That spices of uncertainty enrich thy cup of life: 
Praise God, his hosts on high, for the mysteries that make all joy; 
What were intelligence, whh nothing more to learn, or heaven, in eternit} 

of sameness.? 

To number every mystery were to sum the sum of all things : 

None can exhaust a theme, whereof God is example and similitude. 

Nevertheless, take a garland from the garden, a handful from the 
harvest, 

Some scattered drops of spray from the ceaseless mighty cataract. 

Whence are we, — whither do we tend, — how do we feel and reason ? 

How strano:e a thing is man, a spirit saturating clay ! 

When doth soul make embryos immortal, — how do they rank here- 
after, — 

And will ihe unconscious idiot be quenched in death as nothing.' 

It essence immaterial, are these minds, as it were thinkin"; machines? 



SERIES II.] OF MYSTERY. 37 

For, to understand may but lightly be to use a mechanism all possess, 
So that in reading or hearing of another, a man shall seem unto 

himself 
To be recollecting images or arguments, native and congenial to his 

mind : 
And yet, what shall we say, — who can arede the riddle ? 
The brain may be clockwork, and mind its spring, mechanism quickened 

by a spirit. 

Who so shrewd as rightly to divide life, instinct, reason; 

Trees, zoophytes, creatures of the plain, and savage man among them > 

Hath the mimosa instinct, — or the scallop more than life, — 

Or the dog less than reason, — or the brute man more than instinct? 

What is iKp cause of health, — and the gendering of disease? 

VVh)r should arsenic kill, — and whence is the potency of antidotes? 

Bt^hold, a morsel, — eat and die ; the term of thy probation is expired : 

Bahuld, a potion — drink and be alive ; the limit of thy trial is enlarged 

Who can expound beauty? or explain the character of nations? 

Who will furnish a cause for the epidemic force of fashion ? 

Is there a moral magnetism living in the light of example? 

[s practice electricity ? — Yet ail these are but names. 

Doth normal Art imprison, in its works, spirit translated into substance. 

So that the statue, the picture, or the poem, are crystals of the mind ? 

And dolh Philosophy with sublimating skill shred away the matter. 

Till rarefied intelligence exudeth even out of stocks and stones ? 

mysteries, ye all are one, the mind of an inexplicable Architect 

Dwelleth alike in each, quickening and moving in them all. 

Fields, and forests, and cities of men, their woes and wealth and 

w^orks. 
And customs, and contrivances of life, with all we see and know. 
For a little way, a little while, ye hang dependent on each other, 
But all are held in one right hand, and by His will ye are. 
H:!re is answer unto mystery, an unintelligible God, 
This is the end and the beginning, it is reason that He be not under 

stood. 
Therefore it were probable and just, even to a man's weak thinking, 



38 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series ii 

To have one for God who always may be learnt, yet never I'uliy known 
That He, from whom all mysteries spring, in whom they all converge. 
Throned in his sublimity beyond the grovellings of lower intellect. 
Should claim to be truer than man's truesi, the boasted certainty oi 

numbers. 
Should baffle his arithmetic, confound his demonstrations, and paral}'se 

the might of his necessity. 
Standing supreme as the mystery of mysteries, every where, yet im- 
personate, 
Essential one in three, e&sential three in one ! 



OF GIFTS. 



1 HAD a seeming friend ; — I gave him gifts, and he was gone ; 

I had an open enemy : — I gave him gifts, and won him ; 

Common friendship standeth on equalities and cannot bear a debt; 

But the very heart of hate meheth at a good man's love : 

Go to, then, thou that sayest, — I will give and rivet the links : 

For pride shall kick at obligation, and push the giver from him. 

The covetous spirit may rejoice, revelling in thy largess. 

But chilling selfishness will mutter, — I must give again : 

The vain heart may be glad, in this new proof of man's esteem. 

But the same idolatry of self abhorreth thoughts of thanking. 

Nevertheless, give; for it shall be a discriminative test, 

Separating honesty from falsehood, weeding insincerity from friendship 

Give, it is like God ; thou weariest the bad with benefits : 

Give, it is like God; thou gladdenest the good by gratitude. 

Give to thy near of kin, for Providence hath stationed thee his helper : 

Yet see that he claim not as his right, thy freewill offering of duty. 

Give to the young, they love it ; neither hath the poison of suspicion 

Spoilt the flavour of their thanks, to look for latent motives. 

Give to merit, largely give ; his conscious heart will bless thee : 

[t is not flattery, but love, — the sympathy of men his brethren. 

Give, for encouragement in good ; the weak desponding mind 

Hath many foes, and much to do, and leaneth on its friends. 

Yet heed thou wisely these; give seldom to thy better; 

For such obtrusive boon shall savour of presumption ; 

Or, if his courteous bearing greet thy proffered kindness, 

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Shall not thine independent honesty be vexed at the semblance of a bribe'' 

Moreover, heed thou this; give to thine enual charily, 

The occasion fair and fitting, the gift weii chosen and desired : 

Hath he been prosperous and blest? a flower nnay show thy gladness, 

Is he in need ? with liberal love, tender hinn the well-tilled purse: 

Disease shall welcome friendly care in grapes and precious unguents; 

And where a darling child hath died, give praise, and hope, and sympathy: 

Yet once more, heed thou this; give to the poor discreetly, 

Nor suffer idle sloth to lean upon thy charitable arm : 

To diligence give, as to an equal, on just and fit occasion ; 

Or he bartereth his hard-earned self-reliance for the casual lottery of gifts 

The timely loan hath added nerve, where easy liberality would palsy; 

Work and wages make a light heart: but the mendicant asketh wuth a 

heavy spirit 
A man's own self-respect is w^orth unto him more than money, 
Ami evil is the charity that humbleth, and maketh man less happy. 

Thrre are who sow libernlities, to reap the like again ; 

But men accept his boon, scorning the shallow usurer: 

I have known many such a fisherman lose his golden baits; 

And oftentimes the tame decoy escape th with the flock. 

Yea, there are who give unto the poor, to gain large interest of God: — 

Fool, — to think His w^ealth is money, and not mind: 

And haply after thine alms, thy calculated givings, 

The hurricane shall blast thy crops, and sink the homewr.rd ship; 

Then shall thy worldly soul murmur that the balances were false. 

Thy trader's-mind shall think of God, — He stood not to his bargain. 

Give, saith the preacher, be large in liberality, yield to the holy impulse. 
Tarry not for cold consideration, but cheerfully and freely scatter. 
So, for complacency of conscience, in a gush of counterfeited charit}^ 
He that hath not wherewith to be just, selfishly presumeth to be generous 
The debtor, and the rich by wrong, are known among the band of the be- 
nevolent; 
And men extol the noble hearts, who rob that they may give. 
Receivers are but little prone to challenge rights of giving, 
Nor stop to test, for conscience-sake, the righteousness of mammon : 



s£RiE8 n.] OF GIFTS. 41 

And the zealot in a cause is a receiver, at the hand which bettereth his 

cause ; 
And thus an unsuspected bribe shall blind the good man's judgment : 
It is easy to excuse greatness, and the rich are readily forgiven : 
What, if his gains were evil, sanctified by using them aright ? 
shallow flatterer, self-interest is thy thought. 
Hopeless of partaking in the like, thou too wouldest scorn the giver 

Money hath its value ; and the scatterer thereof his thanks : 

Few men, drinking at a rivulet, stop to consider its source. 

The hand that closeth on an aim, be it for necessities or zeal. 

Hath small scruple whence it came : Vespasian rejoiceth in his tribute ; 

Therefore have colleges and hospitals risen upon orphans' wrongs. 

Chapels and cathedrals have thriven on the welcome wages of iniquity. 

And fraud, in evil compensation, hath salved his guilty conscience. 

Not by restoring to the cheated, but by ostentatious giving to the grateful. 

So, those who reap rejoice ; and reaping, bless the sower : 

No one is eager to discover, where discovery tendeth unto loss: 

Yet, if knowledge of a theft make gainers thereby guilty. 

Can he be altogether innocent who never asked the honesty of gain ? 

Therefore, preacher, zealous for charity, temper thy warm appeal, — 

Warning the debtor and unjustly rich, they may not dare to give : 

To do good is a privilege and guerdon : how shouldest thou rejoice 

If ill-got gifts of presumptuous fraud be offered on the altar ? 

The question is not of degrees ; unhallowed alms are evil : 

Discourage and reject alike the obolus, or talent of iniquity. 

Yet more, be careful that, unworthily, thou gain not an advantage over 

weakness, 
Unstable souls, fervent and profuse, fluttered by the feeling of the moment; 
For eloquence swayeth to its will the feeble and the conscious of defect: 
Rashly give they, and afterward are sad, — a gift that doubly erred. 
It was the worldliness of priestcraft that accounted almsgiving for charity; 
And many a father's penitence hath steeped his son in penury : 
^et, considered he lightly the guilt of a deathbed selfishness 
That strove to take with him, for gain, the gold no longer his; 



42 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. LSBries ii 

So he (lied in a false peace, and dying robbed his kindred; 

The cunning friar at his side having cheated both the living and the dead. 

Charity sitteth on a fair hill-top, blessing far a.id near, 

But her garments drop ambrosia, chiefly on the violets around her: 

The gladdeneth indeed the maplike scene, stretching to the verge of the 

horizon, 
For her angel face is lustrous and beloved, even as the moon m heaven • 
Hut the light of that beatific vision gloweth in serener concentration 
The nearer to her heart, and nearer to her home, — that hill-top where she 

sitteth : 
Therefore is she kind unto her kin, yearning in affection on her neighbours, 
Giving gifts to those around who know and love her well. 
But the counterfeit of charity, an hypocrite of eanth, not a grace of heaven, 
Seeketh not to bless at home, for her nearer aspect is ill-favoured : 
Therefore hideth she for shame, counting that pride humility, 
And none of those around her hearth are gladdened by her gifts : 
Rather, with an overreaching zeal, flingeth she her bounty to the stranger, 
And scattered prodigalhies abroad compensate for meanness in her home : 
For benefits showered on the distant shine in unmixed beauty, 
So that even she may reap their undiscerning praise : 
Therefore native want hath pined, w^here foreign need was fattened ; 
Woman been crushed by the tyrannous hand that upheld the flag of lib- 
erality ; 
Poverty been prisoned up and starved by hearts that are maudlin upon 

crime ; 
And freeborn babes been manacled by men w^ho liberate the sturdy slave. 

Policy counselleth a gift, given wisely and in season. 

And policy afterward approveth it, for great is the influence of gifts. 

The lover, unsmiled upon before, is w^elcomed for his jewelled bauble; 

The righteous cause without a fee must yield to bounteous guilt : 

How fair is a man in thine esteem whose just discrimination seeketh 

thee, 
And so, discerning merit, honourcth it with gifts! 

Yea, let the caus^ appear suflicient, and the motive clear and unsuspicious, 
As given unto one who cannot help, or proving honest thanks, 



SERIES II.] OF GIFTS. 43 

There liveth not one among a million who is proof against the charm of 

liberality, 
And flattery, that boon of praise, hath power with the wisest 

Man is of three natures, craving all for charity ; 

It is not enough to give him meats, withholding other comfort; 

For the mind starveth, and the soul is scorned, and so the human animal 

Eateth its unsatisfying pittance, a thankless, heartless pauper : 

Yet would he bless thee and be grateful, didst thou feed his spirit, 

And teach him that thine almsgivings are charities, are loves • 

— I saw a beggar in the street, and another beggar pitied him ; 

Sympathy sank into his soul, and the pitied one felt happier: 

Anon passed by a cavalcade, children of wealth and gaiety ; 

They laughed, and looked upon the beggar, and the gallants flung him 

gold; 
He, poor spirit-humbled wretch, gathered up their givings with a curse. 
And went — to share it with his brother, the beggar who had pitied him ! 



OF BEAUTY. 



Tiiou mightier than Manoah's son, whence is thy great strength. 

And wherein the secret of thy craft, charmer charming wisely?— 

For thou art strong m weakness, and in artlessness well-skilled, 

Constant in the multitudes of change, and simple amidst intricate complexity 

Folly's shallow lip can ask the deepest question. 

And many wise in many words should answer, what is beauty ? — 

Who shall separate the hues that flicker on a dying dolphin, 

Or analyse the jewelleJ lights that deck the peacock's train. 

Or shrewdly mix upon a pallette the tints of an iridescent spar. 

Or set in rank the wandering shades about a watered silk ? 

For beauty is intangible, vague, ill to be defined ; 

She hath the coat of a chameleon, changing while we watch it. 

Strangely woven is the web, disorderly yet harmonious, 

A glistening robe of mingled mesh, that may not be unravelled. 

It is shot with heaven's blue, the soul of summer skies, 

And twisted strings of light, the mind of noonday suns. 

And ruddy gleams of life, that roll along the veins, 

A coat of many colours, running curiously together. 

There is threefold beauty for man ; twofold beauty for the animal ; 

And the beauty of inanimates is single : boJy, temper, spirit. 

Multiplied in endless combination, issue the changeable results; 

Each class verging on the other twain, with imperceptible gradation ; 

And every individual in each having his propriety of difference. 

So that the meanest of creation bringelh in a tribute of the beautiful. 

Yea, from the worst in favour shineth out a fitness of design. 

The patent mark of beaut v, its Maker's name imprest. 



SERIES ii."j or BEAUTY, 46 



For the great Creator's seal is set to all his works ; 
Its quarte rings are Attributes of praise, and all the shield is beauty. 
So, that heraldic blazon is Creation's common signet ; 
And the universal family of life goeth in the colours of its Lord ; 
But each one, as a several son, shall bear those arms with a dilference : 
Beauty, various in phase, and similar in seeming o})positions. 
The coins of old Rome were struck with a diversity for each, 
Barely two be found alike in every Caesar's image : 
So, note thou the seals, ranged around the charters of the Universe, 
The fmger of God is the stamp upon them all, but each hath its separate 
variety. 

Beauty, theme of innocence, how may guilt discourse thee ? 
Let holy angels sing thy praise, for man hath marred thy visage. 
Still, the maimed torso of a Theseus can gladden taste with its propor- 
tions ; 
Though sin hath shattered every limb, how comely are the fragments ' 
And music leaveth on the ear a memory of sweet sounds ; 
And broken arches charm the sight with hints of fair completeness. 
So, while humbled at the ruin, be thou gi-ateful for the relics ; 
Go forth, and look on all around with kind uncaptious eye : 
Freely let us wander through these unfrequented ways, 
And talk of glorious beauty filling all the world. 

For beauty hideth every where, that Reason's child may seek her, 
And having found the gem of price, may set it in God's crown. 
Beauty nestleth in the rosebud, or walketh the firmament with planets, 
She is heard in the beetle's evening hymn, and shouteth in the matins oi 

the sun ; 
The cheek of the peach is glowing with her smile, her splendour blazeth 

in the lightning, 
She is the dryad ol the woods, the naiad of the streams ; 
Her golden hair hath tapestried the silkworm's silent chamber, 
And to her measured harmonies the wild waves beat in time; 
Whh tinkling feet at eventide she danceth in the meadow 
Or, like a Titan, lieth stretched athwart the ridgy Alps; 
She is rising, in her veil of mist, a Venus from the waters,- 



46 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series ii 

Men gaze upon the loveliness, — and lo, it is beautiful exceedingly ; 
She, with the might of a Briareus, is dragging down the clouds upon the 

mountain, — 
Men look upon the grandeur, — and lo, it is excellent in glory. 
For I judge that beauty and sublimity be but the lesser and the great, 
Sublime, as magnified to giants, and beautiful, diminished into fairies. 
It were a false fancy to solve all beauty by desire. 
It were a lowering thought to expound sublimity by dread. 
Cowardly men with trembling hearts have feared the furious storm. 
Nor felt its thrilling beauty : but is it then not beautiful ^ 
And careless men, at summer's eve, have loved the dimpled waves; 
that smile upon the seas, — hath it no sublimity ? 
Dost thou nothing know of this, — to be awed at woman's beauty ? 
Nor, with exhilarated heart, to hail the crashing thunder ? 
Thou hast much to learn, that never found a fearful ness in flowers , 
Thou hast missed of joy, that never basked in beauties of the terrible. 

Show me an enthusiast m aught; he hath noted one thing narrowly. 

And lo, his keenness hath detected the one dear hiding-place of beauty 

Then he boasteth, simple soul, flattered by discovery. 

Fancying that no science else can show so fair and precious : 

He hath found a ray of light, and cherisheth the treasure in his closet, 

Mocking at those larger minds, that bathe in floods of noon ; 

Lo, what a jewel hath he gotten, — this is the monopolist of beauty, — 

And lightly heeding all beside, he poured his yearnings thitherward : 

Be it for love, or for learning, habit, art, or nature. 

Exclusive thought is all the cause of this particular zeal. 

But the like intensity of fitness, kind and skilful beauty, 

So pleasant to his mind in one thing, filleth all beside : 

From the waking minute of a chrysalis, to the perfect cycle of chronology, 

From the centipede's jointed armour to the mammoth's fossil ribs, 

From the kingfisher's shrill note, to the cataract's thundering bass. 

From the greensward's grateful hues, to the fascinating eye of woman, 

Beauty, various in all things, setieth up her home in each. 

Shedding graciously around an omnipresent smile. 

There is beauty in the rolling clouds, and placid shingle beach, 



SERIES II.] OF BEAUTY. 47 

In feathery snows, and whistling winds, and dun electric skies: 

There is beauty in the rounded woods, dank with heavy foliage. 

In laughing fields, and dinted hills, the valley and its lake ; 

There is beauty in the gullies, beauty on the cliffs, beauty in sun and 

shade. 
In rocks and rivers, seas and plains, — the earth is drowned in beauty. 

Beauty coileth with the watersnake, and is cradled in the shrew- 
mouse's nest, 

She flitteth out with evening bats, and the soft mole hid her in his 
tunnel; 

The limpet is encamped upon the shore, and beauty not a stranger to 
his tent: 

The silvery dace and golden carp thread the rushes witii her: 

She saileth into clouds with an eagle, she flutterelh mto tiihps with a 
humming-bird; 

The pasturing kine are of her company, and she prowleth with the 
leopard in his jungle. 

Moreover, for the reasonable world, its words, and acts, and speculation. 

For frail and fallen manhood, in his every work and way. 

Beauty, wrecked and stricken, lingereth still among us. 

And morsels of that shattered sun are dropt upon the darkness. 

Yea, wi^h savages and boors, the mean, the cruel, and besotted. 

Ever in extenuating grace hide some relics of the beautiful. 

Gleams of kindness, deeds of courage, patience, justice, generosity, 

Truth welcomed, knowledge prized, rebukes taken with contrition. 

All in various measure, have been blest with some of these. 

And never yet hath lived the man utterly beggared of the beautiful. 

Beauty is as crystal in the torchlight, sparkling on the poet's page; 
Virgin honey of Hymettus, distilled from the lips of the orator ; 
A savour of sweet spikenard, anointing the hands of liberality; 
A feast of angels' food set upon the tables of religion. 
She is seen in the tear of sorrow, and heard in the exuberance of mirth. 
She goeth out early with the huntsman, and watcheth at the pillow oi 
disease. 



48 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series ii 

Science in his secret laws hath found out latent beauty, 
S])here and square, and cone and curve, are fcishioned by her rules: 
Mechanism met her in his forces, fancy caught her in its fiiltings, 
Day is lightened by her eyes, and her eyelids close upon the night. 

Beauty is dependence in the babe, a toothless tender nursling; 
Beauty is boldness in the boy, a curly rosy truant ; 
Beauty is modesty and grace in fair retiring girlhood. 
Beauty is openness and strength in pure high-minded youth; 
Man, the noble and intelligent, gladdeneth earth in beauty. 
And woman's beauty sunneth him, as with a smile from heaven. 

There is none enchantment against beauty. Magician for all time, 
Whose potent spells of sympathy have charmed the passive w^orld: 
Verily, she reigneth a Semiramis ; there is no might against her ; 
The lords of every land are harnessed to her triumph. 
Beauty is conqueror of all, nor ever yet was found among the nations 
That iron-moulded mind, full proof against her power. 
Beauty, like a summer's day, subilueth by sweet influences ; 
Who can wrestle against Sleep ? — yet is that giant very gentleness. 

Ajax may rout a phalanx, but beauty shall enslave him single-handed, 

Pericles ruled Athens, yet is he the servant of Aspasia: 

Light were the labour, and oftentold the tale, to count the victories oi 

beauty, — 
Helen, and Judith, and Omphale, and Thais, many a trophied name, 
At a glance the misanthrope was softened, and repented of his vows, 
When beauty asked, he gave, and banned her — with a blessing; 
The cold ascetic loved the smile that lit his dismal cell. 
And kindly stayed her step, and wept when she departed ; 
The bigot abbess felt her heart gush with a mother's feeling, 
W^hcn looking on some lovely face beneath the cloister's shade ; 
Usury freed her without ransom: the buccaneer was gentle in her 

presence : 
Madness kissed her on the cheek, and Idiotcy brightened at her coming; 
Yea, the very cattle in the field, and hungry prowlers of the forest, 
With fawning homage greeted her, as beauty glided by. 



SERIES 11.] OP BEAUTY. 49 

A. v/eicome guest unbidden, she is dear to every hearth; 

A glad spontaneous growth of friends are springing round her rest : 

Learning sitteth at her feet, and Idleness laboureth to please hor, 

Folly hath flung aside his bells, and leaden Dulness gloweth ; 

Prudence is rash in her defence ; Frugality filleth her with riches; 

Despair came to her for counsel ; and Bereavement was glad when she 

consoled ; 
Justice putteth up his sword at the tear of supplicating beaut}*. 
And Mercy, with indulgent haste, hath pardoned beauty's sin. 

For beauty is the substitute for all things, satisfying every absence. 

The rich delirious cup, to make all else forgotten ; 

She also is the zest unto all things, enhancing every presence, 

The rare and precious ambergris, to quicken each perfume. 

beauty, thou art eloquent; yea, though slow of tongue. 

Thy breast, fair Phryne, pleaded well before the dazzled judge ; 

beauty, thou art wise ; yea, though teaching falsely. 

Sages listen, sweet Corinna, to commend thy lips; (^) 

beauty, thou art ruler ; yea, though lowly as a slave, 

Myrrha, that imperial brow is monarch of thy lord ; 

beauty, thou art winner; yet, though halting in the race, 

Hippodame, Camilla, Atalanta, — in gracefulness ye fascinate your 

umpires ; 
beauty, thou art rich ; yea, though clad in russet, 
Attains cannot boast his gold against the wealth of beauty ; 
beauty, thou art noble; yea, though Esther be an exile. 
Set her up on high, ye kings, and bow before the majesty of beauty ! 

Friend and scholar, w^ho, in charity, hast walked with me thus far, 
We have wandered in a wilderness of sweets, tracking beauty's foot- 
steps : 
And ever as we rambled on among the tangled thicket. 
Many a startled thought hath tempted further roaming; 
Passion, sympathetic influence, might of imaginary halos, — 
Many the like would lure aside, to hunt their wayward themes. 
And, look you ! — from his ferny bed in yonder hazel coppice, 
A dappled hart hath flung aside the boughs and broke away; 



fiO PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series ii. 



He is fleet and capricious as the zephyr, and with exulting bounds 
Hieth down a turfy lane between the sounding woods ; 
His neck is garlanded with flowers, his antlers hung with chaplets, 
And rainbow-coloured ribl)ons stream adown his mottled flanks: 
Should we follow ? — foolish hunters, thus to chase afoot, — 
Who can track the airy speed and doubling wiles of Taste ? 

For the estimates of human beauty, dependent upon time and clime, 
Manifold and changeable, are multiplied the more by strange gregarious 

fashion 
And notable ensamples in the great turn to epidemics in the lower. 
So that a nation's taste shall vary with its rulers. 
Stern Egypt, humbled to the Greek, fancied softer idols, 
Greece, the Roman province, nigh forgat her classic sculpture, 
Rome, crushed beneath the Goth, loved his barbarian habits. 
And Alaric, with his ruffian horde, is tamed by silken Rome. 
Columbia's flattened head, and China's crumpled feet, — 
The civilized tapering waist, — and the pendulous ears of the savage, — 
The swollen throat among the mountains, and an ebon skin beneath the 

tropics, — 
These shall all be reckoned beauty ; and for weighty cause : 
First, for the latter; Providence in mercy tempereth taste by circumstance. 
So that Nature's must shall hit her creatures liking; 
Second, for the middle ; though the foolishness of vanity seek to mar pro- 
portion, 
Still, defects in those we love shall soon be counted praise ; 
Third, for the first ; a chief and a princess, maimed or distorted from the 

cradle, 
Shall coax the flattery of slaves to imitate the great in their deformity ; 
Hence growelh habit ; and habits make a taste. 
And so shall servile zeal deface the types of beauty. 
Whiles Alexander conquered, crookedness was comely ; 
And followers learn to praise the scars upon their leader's brow. 
V^outh hath sought to flatter Age by mimicking gray hairs ; 
Age plastereth her wrinkles, and is painted in the ruddiness of Youth, 
Fashion, the parasite of Rank, apeth faults and failings, 
Until the general Taste depraved hath warped its sense of beauty. 



ej-RiES II.] OF BEAUTY. 61 

Each iiiaii hath a measure for himself, yet all shall coincide in much ; 

A perfect form of human grace would captivate the world ; 

Be it manhood's lustre, or the loveliness of woman, all would own i\a 

beauty, 
The Cafire an 1 Circassian, Russians and Hindoos, the Briton, the Turk and 

Japanese. 
Not all alike, nor all at once, but each in proportion to intelligence, 
Ilis purer state in morals, and a lesser grade in guilt: 
For the high-standard of the beautiful is fixed in Reason's forum, 
And sins, and customs, and caprice, have failed to break it down : 
And reason's standard for the creatu re pointeth three perfections. 
Frame, knowledge, and the feeling heart, w^ell and kindly mingled : 
A fair dwelling, furnished w^isely, with a gentle tenant in it, — 
This is the glory of humanity : tliou hast seen it seldom. 

There is a beauty of the body; the superficial polish of a statue, 

The symmetry of form and feature, delicately carved and painted. 

How bright in early bloom the Georgian sitteth at her lattice, 

How softened of! in graceful curves her young and gentle shape : 

Those dark eyes, lit by curiosity, flash beneath the lashes, 

And still her velvet cheek is dimpled w^ith a smile. 

Dost thou count her beautiful ? — even as a mere fair figure, 

A plastic image, little more,— the outer garb of woman : 

Yea, — and thus far it is well ; but Reason's hopes are higher, — 

Can he sate his soul on a scantling third of beauty ? 

Yet is this the pleasing trickery, that cheateth half the world, 

Nature's wise deceit, to make up waste in life : 

And few be they that rest uncaught, for many a twn'g is limed; 

Where is the w^ise among a million, that took not form for beauty? 

But watch it well; for vanity and sin, malice, hate, suspicion, 

Lowering as clouds upon the countenance, will disenchant its charms. 

The needful complexity of beauty claimeth mind and soul. 

Though many coins of foul alloy pass current for the true: 

And albeit fairness in the creature shall often co-exist with excellence. 

Yet hath many an angel shape been tenanted by fiends. 

A man, spiritually keen, shall detect in surface beauty 



58 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series ii 

Those marring specks of evil, which the sensual cannot see; 
Therefore is he proof against a face, unlovely to his likings, 
And common minds shall scorn the taste, that shrunk from sin's distcTtion 

There is a beauty of the reason : grandly independent ol externals, 

It looketh from the windows of the house, shining in the man triumphant 

1 have seen the broad blank face of some misshapen dwarf 

Lit on a sudden as with glory, the brilliant light of mind : 

Who then imagined him deformed ? intelligence is blazing on his forehead, 

There is empire in his eye, and sweetness on his lip, and his brown cheek 

glittereth with beauty : 
And I have known some Nireus of the camp, a varnished paragon of 

chamberers, ("') 
Fine, elegant, and shapely, moulded as the master-piece of Phidias, — 
Such an one, with intellects abased, have I noted crouching to the dwarf. 
Whilst his lovers scorn the fool whose beauty hath departed ! 

And there is a beauty for the spirit; mind in its perfect flowering, 

Fragrant, expanded into soul, full of love and blessed. 

Go to some squ-^lid couch, some famishing deathbed of the poor; 

He is shrunken, cadaverous, diseased ; — there is here no beauty of the 

boly. 
\ever hath he fed on knowledge, nor drank at the streams of science. 
He is of the common herd, illiterate ; — there is here no beauty of the reason 
But lo ! his filming eye is bright with love from heaven, 
In every look it beameth praise, as worshipping with seraphs; 
What honeycomb is hived uj)on his lips, eloquent of gratitude and prayer,— 
What triumph shrined serene upon that clammy brow. 
What glory flickering transparent under those thin cheeks, — 
What beauty in his face ! — Is it not the face of an angel ? 

Now, of these three, infinitely mingled and combined, 
Consisteth human beauty, in all the marvels of its mightiness; 
And forth from human beauty springeth the intensity of Love; 
Feeling, thought, desire, the three deep fountains of affection. 
Son of Adam, or daughter of Eve, art thou trapped by nature. 
And IS thy young eye dazzled with the pleasant form of beauty? 



SERIES II.] OF BEAUTY. 53 



This is but a lower love ; still it hafh its honour ; 

What God hath made and meant to charm, let not man despise. 

Nevertheless, as reason's child, look thou wisely farther, 

For age, disease, and care, and sin, shall tarnish all the surface ; 

Reach a loftier love ; be lured by the comeliness of mind, — 

Gentle, kind, and calm, or lustrous in the livery of knowledge. 

And more there is a higher grade ; force the mind to its perfection, — 

Win those golden trophies of consummate love : 

Add unto riches of the reason, and a beauty moulded to thy liking. 

The precious things of nobler grace that well adorn a soul ; 

Thus, be thou owner of a treasure, great in earth and heaven, 

Beauty, wisdom, goodness, — in a creature like its God. 

So then, draw we to an end ; with feeble step and faltering. 

I follow beauty through the universe, and find her home Ubiquity: 

In all that God hath made, in all that man hath marred, 

Lingereth beauty or its wreck, a broken mould and castings. 

And now, having wandered long time, freely and with desultory feet. 

To gather in the garden of the world a few fair sample flowers, 

With patient scrutinizing care let us cull the conclusion of their essence. 

And answer to the riddle of Zorobabel, Whence the might of beauty. (^) 

Ugliness is native unto nothing, but possible abstract evil : 
In every thing created, at its worst, lurk the dregs of loveliness. 
We be fallen into utter depths, yet once we stood sublime. 
For man was made in perfect praise, his Maker's comely image : 
And so his new-born ill is spiced with older good. 
He carrieth wdth him, yea, to crime, the withered limbs of beauty. 
Passions may be crooked generosities; the robber stealeth for his children ; 
Murder was avenger of the innocent, or wiped out shame with blood. 
Many virtues, weighted by excess, sink among the vices. 
Many vices, amicably buoyed, float among the virtues. 
For, albeit sin is hate, a foul and bitter turpitude. 
As liurling back against the Giver all his gifts with insult, 
Still when concrete in the sinner, it will seem to partake of his attrac- 
tions, 
And in seductive masquerade shall cloak its leprous skin ; 



54 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series ii. 



His broken lights of beauty shall illume its utter black. 
And those refracted rays glitter on the hunch of its deformity 

Verily the fancy may be false, yet hath it met me in my musings, 

(As expounding the pleasantness of pleasure, but no ways extenuating 

licence,) 
That even those yearnings after beauty, in wayward wanton youth. 
When guileless of ulterior end, it craveth but to look upon the lovely, 
Seem like struggles of the soul, dimly remembering pre -existence, 
And feeling in its blindness for a long-lost god, to satisfy its longing ; 
As if the sucking babe, tenderly mindful of his mother. 
Should pull a dragon's dugs, and drain the teats of poison. 
Our primal source was beauty, and we pant for it ever and again ; 
But sin hath stopped the way with thorns ; we turn aside, wander, and 

are lost. 

God, the undiluted good, is root and stock of beauty, 

And every child of reason drew his essence from that stem. 

Therefore, it is of intuition, an innate hankering for home, 

A sweet returning to the well, from which our spirit flowed. 

That we, unconscious of a cause, should bask these darkened souls 

In some poor relics of the light that blazed in primal beauty, 

And, even like as exiles of idolatry, should quaff from the cisterns of 

creation 
Stagnant draughts, for those fresh springs that rise in the Creator. 

Only, being burthcned with the body, spiritual appetite is warped. 
And sensual man, with taste corrupted, drinketh of pollutions : 
Impulse is left, but indiscriminate; his hunger feasteth upon carrion ; 
His natural love of beauty doateth over beauty in decay. 
He still thirsteth for the beautiful ; but his delicate ideal hath grown 

gross. 
And the very sense of thirst hath been fevered from affection into 

passion. 
He remembereth the blessedness of light, but it is with an old man's 

memory, 
/\ \)\.ud old man from infancy, that once hath seen ihe sun, 



SEKiES II.] OF BEAUTY. 55 

Whom long experience of night hath darken'^.d in his cradle recol- 
lections, 
Until his brightest thought of noon is but a shade of black 

This then is thy charm, beauty, all pervading; 

And this thy wondrous strength, beauty, conqueror of all : 

The outline of our shadowy best, the pure and comely creature. 

That winneth on the conscience with a saddening admiration : 

And some untutored thirst for God, the root of every pleasure. 

Native to creatures, yea in ruin, and dating from the birthday of the 

soul. 
For God sealeth up the sum, confirmed exemplar of proportions, 
Rich in love, full of wisdom, and perfect in the plenitude of Beauty. ( ^ ) 



OF FAME. 



Blow the trumpet, spread the wing, fling thy scroll upon the sky, 
Koiise the slumbering world, O Fame, and till the sphere with echo: 
■ — Beneath thy blast they wake, and murmurs come hoarsel}^ on the 

wind, 
And flashing eyes and bristling hands proclaim they hear thy message : 
Rolling and surging as a sea, that upturned flood of faces 
Hasteneth with its million tongues to spread the wondrous tale ; 
The hum of added voices groweth to the roaring of a cataract. 
And rapidly from wave to wave is tossed that exaggerated story, 
Until those stunning clamours, gradually diluted in the distance, 
Sink ashamed, and shrink afraid of noise, and die away. 
Then brooding Silence, forth from his hollow caverns. 
Cloaked and cowled, and gliding along, a cold and stealthy shadow. 
Once more is mingled with the multitude, whispering as he walketh. 
And hushing all their eager ears to hear some newer Fame. 

So all is still again ; but nothing of the past hath been forgotten; 
A stirring recollection of the trumpet ringeth in the hearts of men : 
And each one, either envious or admiring, hath wished the chance 

were his 
To fill as thus the startled world with fame, or fear, or wonder. 
This lit ihy torch of sacrilege, Ephesian Eratostratus ; (''') 
This dug thy living grave, Pythagoras, the traveller from Hades; 
For this, dived Empedocles into ^Etna's fiery whirlpcxj; 
For this conquerors, regicides, and rebels, have dared their perilous 

crimes. 

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PERiES II.] OF FAME. 67 

In all men, from the monarch to the menial, lurketh lust of fame ; 
The savage and the sage alike regard their labours proudly : 
Yea, in death, the glazing eye is illumined by the hope of reputation, 
And the stricken warrior is glad, that his wounds are salved with 
glory. 

For fame is a sweet self-homage, an ofiering grateful to the idol, 

A spiritual nectar for the spiritual thirst, a mental food for mind, 

A pregnant evidence to all of an after immaterial existence, 

A proof that soul is scatheless, when its dwelling is dissolved. 

And the manifold pleasures of fame are sought by the guilty and the 

good; 
Pleasures, various in kind, and spiced to every palate ; 
The thoughtful loveth fame as an earnest of better immortality. 
The industrious and deserving, as a symbol of just appreciation. 
The selfish, as a promise of advancement, at least to a man's own kin. 
And common minds as a flattering fact that men have been told of their 

existence. 

There is a blameless love of fame, springing from desire of justice. 

When a man hath featly won and fairly cJaimed his honours : 

And then fame cometh as encouragement to the inward consciousness ol 

merit, 
Gladdening by the kindliness and thanks, wherewithal his labours are 

rewarded. 
But there is a sordid imitation, a feverish thirst for notoriety, 
Waiting upon vanity and sloth, and utterly regardless of deserving : 
And then fame cometh as a curse ; the fire-damp is gathered in the 

mine : 
The soul is swelled with poisonous air, and a spark of temptation shall 

explode it. 

Idle causes, noised awhile, shall yield most active consequents, 
And therefore it were ill upon occasion, to scorn the voice of rumour. 
Ye have seen the chemist in his art mingle invisible gases; 
And lo, the product is a substance, a heavy dark precipitate ; 
liven so fame, hurtling on the quiet with many meeting tongues. 



68 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series ii 

Can out of nothing bring forth fruits, and blossom on a nourishmets 

of air. 
For many have earned honour, and thereby rank and riches, 
From false and fleeting tales, some casual mere mistake ; 
And many have been wrecked upon disgrace, and have struggled with 

poverty and scorn, 
From envious hints and ill reports, the slanders cast on innocence. 
Whom may not scandal hit ? those shafts are shot at a venture : 
Who standeth not in danger of suspicion? that net hath caught the 

noblest. 
Caesar's wife was spotless, but a martyr to false fame ; (^') 
And Rumour, in temporary things, is gigantic as a ruin or a remedy 
Many poor and many rich have testified its popular omnipotence, 
And many a panic-stricken army hath perished with the host of the 

Assyrians 

Nevertheless, if opportunity be nought, let a man bide his time ; 

So the matter be not merchandize nor conquest, fear thou less for cha- 
racter. 

If a liar accuseth thee of evil, be not swift to answer ; 

Yea, rather give him license for a while ; it shall help thine honour 
afterward : 

Never yet was calumny engendered, but good men speedily dis- 
cerned it. 

And innocence hath burst from its injustice, as the green world rolling out 
of Chaos. 

What though still the wicked scoff, this also turneth to his praise ; 

Did ye never hear that censure of the bad is buttress to a good man's 
glory ? 

What, if the ignorant still hold out, obstinate in unkind judgment, — 

Ignorance and calumny are paired ; we affirm by two negations ; 

Let them stand round about, pushing at the column in a circle, 

For all their toil and wasted strength, the foolish do but prop it. 

And note thou this ; in the secret of their hearts, they feel the taunt is 
lalse, 

A.nd cannot help but reverence the courage that walketh amid calumnies 
unanswerinjjr : 



SERIES II.] OF FAME. 59 

He standeth as a gallant chief, unheeding shot or shell; 
He trusted in God his Judge; neither arrows nor the pestilence shall 
harm him. 

A high heart is a sacrifice to heaven ; should it stoop among the creepers 

in the dust. 
To tell them that what God approved is worthy of their praise ? 
Never shall it heed the thought ; but flaming on in triumph to the skies. 
And quite forgetting fame, shall find it added as a trophy. 
A great mind is an altar on a hill ; should the priest descend from his 

altitude 
To canvass offerings and worship from dwellers on the plain ? 
Rather with majestic perseverance, w^ill he minister in solitary grandeur, 
Confident the time will come when pilgrims shall be flocking to the shrine. 
For fame is the birthright of genius ; and he recketh not how long it be 

delayed : 
The heir need not hasten to his heritage, when he knoweth that his tenure 

is eternal. 
The careless poet of Avon, was he troubled for his fame, 
Or the deep-mouthed chronicler of Paradise, heeded he the suffrage of his 

equals ? 
Magonides took no thought, committing all his honours to the future. 
And Flaccus, standing on his watch-tower, spied the praise of ages. 

SxMOKiNG flax will breed a flame, and the flame may illuminate a world ; 

Where is he who scorned that smoke as foul and murky vapour ? 

The village stream swelled to a river, and the river was a kingdom's 

wealth, 
Where is he who boasted he could step across that stream ? 
Such are the beginnings of the famous ; little in the judgment of their 

peers. 
The juster verdict of posterity shall fix them in the orbits of the Great. 
Therefore dull Zoilus, clamouring ascendant of the hour. 
Will soon be fain to hide his hate, and bury up his bitterness lor shame : 
Therefore mocking Momus, offended at the steps of Beauty, ('2) 
Shall win the prize of his presumption, and be hooted from his throne 

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60 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series ir 

For, as the shadow of a mountain lenp^lhenelh before the setting sun, 
Until that screening AJp have iJaikened all ihe canion, — 
So, Fame groweth to its great ones; their images loo.n larger in deuarting; 
But the shadow of mind is light, and earth is tilled with its glory. 

And thou, student of the truth, commended to the praise of God, 

Wouldst thou find applause with men? — seek it not, nor shun it 

Ancient fame is roofed in cedar, and her walls are marble ; 

Modern fame lo Igeth in a hut, a slight and temporary dwelling • 

Lay not up the treasures of thy soul within so damp a chamber. 

For the moth of detraction shall fret thy robe, and drop its eggs upon thy 

motive ; 
Or the rust of disheartening reserve shall spoil the lustre of thy gold. 
Until its burnished beauty shall be dim as tarnished brass; 
Or thieves, breaking through to steal, shall claim thy jewelled thoughts. 
And turn to charge the theft on thee, a pilferer from them ! 

There is a magnanimity in recklessness of fame, so lame be well de- 
serving, 
That rusheth on in fearless might, the conscious sense of merit; 
And there is a littleness in jealousy of fame, looking as aware ot 

weakness, 
That creepeth cautiously along, afraid that its title will be challenged. 
The wild boar, full of beechmast, flingeth him down among the brambles; 
Secure in bristly strength, without a watch he sleepeth : 
But the hare, afraid to feed, croucheth in its own soft form ; 
Wakefully with timid eyes, and quivering ears, he listeneth. 
Even so, a giant's might is bound up in the soul of Genius, 
His neck is strong with confidence, and he goelh tusked with power : 
Sturdily he roameth in the forest, or sunneth him in fen and field, 
And scareth from his marshy lair a host of fearful foes. 
But there is a mimic Talent, whose safety lieth in its quickness, 
A timorous thing of doubling guile, that scarce can face a friend : 
This one is captious of reproof, provident to snatch occasion, 
Greedy of applause, and vext to lose one tittle of the glory. 
He is a poor warder of his fame, who is ever on the watch to keep it 
spotless ; 



SERIES ir.] OF FAME. 61 

Such care argueth Jebility, a garrison relying on its sentinel. 
Passive strength shall scorn excuses, patiently waiting a reaction, 
He wotteth well that truth is great, and must prevail at last : 
But fretful weakness hasteth to explain, anxiously dreading prejudice, 
And ignorant that perishable falsehood dieth as a branch cut off. 

Purity of motive and nobility of mind shall rarely condescend 

To prove its rights, and prate of wrongs, or evidence its worth to others. 

And it shall be small care to the high and happy conscience 

What jealous friends, or envious foes, or common fools may judge. 

Should the lion turn and rend every snarling jackal, 

Or an eagle be stopt in his career to punish the petulance of sparrows ? 

Should the palm tree bend his crown to chide the briar at his feet. 

Nor kindly help its climbing, if it hope, and be ambitious ? 

Should the nightingale account it worth her pains to vindicate her music, 

Before some sorry finches, that aflfect to judge of song ? 

No : many an injustice, many a sneer, and slur. 

Is passed aside w^ith noble scorn by lovers of true fame : 

For well they wot that glory shall be tinctured good or evil. 

By the character of those who give it, as wine is flavoured by he 

wineskin : 
So that worthy Fame floweth only from a worthy fountain. 
But from an ill-conditioned troop, the best report is worthless. 
And if the sensibility of genius count his injuries in secret, 
Wisely will he hide the pains a hardened herd would mock ; 
For the great mind well may be sad to note such littleness in brethren, 
The while he is comforted and happy in the firmest assurance of desert, 

Cease awhile, gentle scholar ; — seek other thoughts and themes ; 
Or dazzling Fame with wildfire light will lure us on for ever. 
For look, all subjects of the mind may range beneath its banner, 
And time would fail and patience droop, to count that numerous host. 
The mme is deep, and branching wide, — and who can work it out? 
Years of thought would leave untold the boundless topic, Fame. 
Every matter m the universe is linked in such wise unto others. 
That a deep full treatise upon one thing might reach to the history of all 
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62 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series ir 



And before some single thesis had been followed out in all its branches, 

The wandering thinker would be lost in the pathless forest of existence. 

What were the matter or the spirit, that hath no part in Fame ? 

Where were the fact irrelevant, or the fancy out of place ? 

For the handling of that mighty theme should stretch from past to future, 

Catching up the present on its way, as a traveller burdened with time. 

All manner of men, their deeds, hopes, fortunes, and ambitions. 

All manner of events and things, climate, circumstance, and custom, 

Wealth and war, fear and hope, contentment, jealousy, devotion. 

Skill and learning, truth, falsehood, knowledge of things gone and things 

to come. 
Pride and praise, honour and dishonour, warnings, ensamples, emulations, 
The excellent in virtues, and the reprobate in vice, w^ith the cloud of in- 
different spectators, — 
Wave on w^ave with flooding force throng the shoals of thought. 
Filling that immeasurable theme, the height and depth of Fame. 
With soul unsatisfied and mind dismayed, my feet have touched the 

threshold, 
Fain to pour these flowers and fmits an offering on that altar : 
Lo, how vast the temple,— there are clouis within the dome I 
Vet might the huge expanse be filled with volumes writ on Fame 



OF FLATTERY. 



Music is commended of the deaf; — but is that praise despised ? 
I trow not : with flattered soul, the musician heard him gladly. 
Beauty is commended of the blind ; — but is that compliment misliking ? 
I trow not : though false and insincere, woman listened greedily. 
Vacant Folly talketh high of Learning's deepest reason ; 
Is she hated for her hollowness ? — learning held her wiser for the nonce. 
The worldly and the sensual, to gain some end, did homage to religion : 
And the good man gave thanks as for a convert, where others saw the 
hypocrite. 

Yet none of these were cheated at the heart, nor steadily believed those 

flatteries ; 
They leared the core was rotten, while they hoped the skin was sound : 
But the fruits have so sweet fragrance, and are verily so pleasant lo the 

eyes. 
It were an ungracious disenchantment to And them apples of Sodom. 
So they laboured to think all honest, w^inking hard with both their eyes ; 
And hushed up every whisper that could prove that praise absurd ; 
They willingly regard not the infirmities that make such worship vain, 
And palliate to their own fond hearts the faults they will not see. 
For the idol rejoiceth in his incense, and loveth not to shame his suppli- 
ants, 
Should he seek to find them false, his honours die with theirs : 
An offering is welcome for its owm sake, set aside the giver. 
And praise is precious to a man, though uttered by the parrot or the mock- 
ing-bird. 

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64 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series ii 

The world is full of fools; and sycophancy liveth on the fcolish : 

So he groweth great and rich, that fawning supple parasite. 

Sometimes he bowelh like a reed, cringing to the pompousness of pride, 

Sometimes he stnilteth as a gallant, pampering the fickleness of vanity; 

I have known him listen with the humble, enacting silent marveller, 

To hear some purse-proud dunce expound his poverty of mind ; 

I have heard him wrangle with the obstinate, vowing that he will not be 

convinced. 
When some weak youth hath wisely feared the chance of ill success : 
Now, he will barely be a winner, — to magnify thy triumphs afterward ; 
Now, he will hardly be a loser, — but cannot cease to wonder at thy skill : 
He laudeth his own worth, that the leader may have glory in his follower; 
He meekly confesseth his unworthiness, that the leader may have glory in 

himself. 
Many wiles hath he, and many modes of catching, 
But every trap is selfishness, and every bait is praise. 

Come, I would forewarn thee and forearm thee ; for keen are the weapons 
of his warfare ; 

And, while my soul hath scorned him, I have watched his skill from far 

His thoughts are full of guile, deceitfully combining contrarieties. 

And when he doeth battle in a man, he is leagued with traitorous Self- 
love ; 

Strange things have I noted, and opposite to common fancy; 

We leave the open surface, and would plumb the secret depths. 

For he will magnify a lover even to disparaging his mistress ; 

So much wisdom, goodness, grace, — and all to be enslaved .? 

Till the Narcissus, self-enamoured, whelmed in floods of flattery. 

Is cheated from the constancy and fervency of love by friendship's subtle 
praise. 

.Moreover, he will glorify a parent, even to the censure of his child, — 

O degenerate scion, of a stock so excellent and noble ' 

Scant will be in well-earned praise of a son before his father; 

And rarely commendeth to a mother her daughter's budding beauty: 

Yet shall he extol the daughter to her father, and be warm about the son 
before his mother; 

Knowing that self-love entereth not, to resist applause with jealousies 



SERIES II.] OF FLATTERY. 6b 

Wisely is he sparing of hyperbole where vehemence of praise would 
humble, 

For many a father liketh ill to be counted second to his son : 

And shrewdly the flatterer hath reckoned on a self still lurking in the 
mother, 

When his tongue was slow to speak of graces in the daughter 

But, if he descend a generation, to the grandsire his talk is of the grand- 
son. 

Because in such high praise he hideth the honours of the son ; 

And the daughter of a daughter may well exceed, in beauty, love, and 
learning, 

For unconsciously old age perceived — she cannot be my rival. 

These are of the deep things of flattery: and many a shallow sycophant 

Hath marvelled ill that praise of children seldom won their parents. 

This therefore note, unto detection; flattery can sneer as well as smile; 

And a master in the craft vvotteth well that his oblique thrust is surest. 

Flattery sticketh like a burr, holding to the soil with anchors, 
A vitMl, natural, subtle seed, every where hardy and indigenous. 
Go to the storehouse of thy memory, and take what is readiest to thy 

hand, — 
The noble deed, the clever phrase, for which thy pride was flattered: 
Oh, it hath been dwelt upon in solitude, and comforted thy heart in crowds, 
It hath made thee vvalk as in a dream, and lifted the head above thy fel- 
lows; 
It hath compensated months of gloom, that minute of sweet sunshine. 
Drying up the pools of apathy, and kindling the fire of ambition : 
Yea, the flavour of that spice, mingled in the cup of life. 
Shall linger even to the dregs, and still be tasted with a welcom.e ; 
The dame shall tell her grandchild of her coy and courted youth, 
And the graybeard prateth of a stranger, that praised his task at school. 

Ofttfmes to the sluggard and the dull, flattery hath done good service. 
Quickening the mind to emulation, and encouraging the heart that failed. 
Even so, a stimulating poison, wisely tendered by the leech. 
Shall speed the pulse, and rally life, and cheat astonished death. 
For, as a timid swimmer, ventureth afloat with bladders, 

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6b PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. -series ii. 

Until self-confidence and growth of skill have made him spurn their aid. 
Thus commendation may be prudent, where a child hath ill deserved it; 
But praise unmerited is flattery, and the cure will bring its cares : 
For thy son may find thee out, and thou shalt rue the remedy : 
Yea rather, wiiere thou canst not praise, be honest in rebuke. 

I have seen the objects of a flatterer mirrored clearly on the surface, 

Where self-love scattereth praise to gather praise again. 

This is a commodity of merchandise, words put out at interest ; 

A scheme for canvassing opinions, and tinging them all with partiality. 

He is but a harmless fool; humour him with pitiful good-nature: 

If a poetaster quote thy song, be thou tender to his poem : 

Did the painter praise thy sketch ? be kind, commend his picture, 

He looketh for a like return ; then thank him with thy praise. 

In these small things with these small minds count thou the sycophant a 

courtier. 
And pay back, as blindly as ye may, the too transparent honour 

Also, where the flattery is delicate, coming unobtrusive and in season. 

Though thou be suspicious of ils truth, be generous at least to its gentility. 

The skilful thief of Lacedeemon had praise before his judges, 

And many caitiffs win applause for genius in their calling. 

Moreover, his meaning may be kind, — and thou art a debtor to his tongue ; 

Hasten well to pay the debt, with charity and shrewdness : 

He must not think thee caught, nor feel himself discovered. 

Nor find thine answering compliment as hollow as his own. 

Though he be a smiling enemy, let him heed thee as the fearless and the 

friendly ; 
A searching look, a poignant word, may prove thou art aware : 
Still, with compassion to the frail, though keen to see his soul, 
Let him not fear for thy discretion : see thou keej) his secret, and thine 

own. 

HcnvEVER, where the flattery is gross, a falsehood clear and fulsome, 
Crush the venomous toad, and spare not for a jewel in his head. 
Tell the presumptuous in flattery, that or ever he bespatter thee with 
praise. 



SERIES II.] OF FLATTERY. 6*7 

It might be well to stop and ask how little it were worth : 

Thou hast not solicited his suffrage, — let him not force thee to refuse it; 

Look to it, man, thy fence is foiled, — and thus we spoil the plot. 

Self-knowledge goeth armed, girt with many weapons, 

But carrieth whips for flattery, to lash it like a slave : 

But the dunce in that great science goeth as a greedy tunny, 

To gorge both bait and hook, unheeding all but appetite : 

He smelleth praise and swalloweth, — yea, though it be palpable and 

plain ; 
Say unto him, Folly thou art Wisdom, — he will bless thee for thy lie. 

Flatterer, thou shalt rue thy trade, though it hath many present 

gains ; 
Those varnished wares may sell apace, yet shall they spoil thy credit. 
Thine is the intoxicating cup, which whoso drinketh, it shall nauseate; 
Thine is trickery and cheating ; but deception never pleased for long. 
And though, while fresh, thy fragrance seemed even as the dews of 

charity, 
Yet afterward it fouled thy censer, as with savour of stale smoke. 
For the great mind detected thee at once, answering thine emptiness with 

pity, 
He saw thy self-interested zeal, and was not cozened by vain-glory : 
And the little mind is bloated with the praise, scorning him who gave it, 
A fool shall turn to be thy tyrant, if thou hast dubbed him great : 
And the medium mind of common men, loving first thy music. 
After, when the harmonies are done, shall feel small comfort in their 

echoes ; 
For either he shall know thee false, conscious of contrary deservings, 
And, hating thee for falsehood, soon will scorn himself for truth ; 
Or, if in aught to toilsome merit honest praise be due. 
Though for a season, belike, his weakness hath been raptured at thy 

witching, 
Shall he not speedily perceive, to the vexing of his disappointed spirit. 
That thine exaggerative tongue hath robbed him of fair fame ? 
Thou hast paid in forgers' coins, and he had earned true money : 
For the substance of just praise tJiou hast put him off with shadows oi 

the sycophant 



68 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series ii 

Thou art all things to all men, for ends false and selfish, 

Therefore shalt be nothing unto any one, when those thine ends are seen. 

Turn aside, young scholar, turn from the song of Flattery I 

She hath the Siren's musical voice, to ravish and betray. 

Her tongue droppeth honey, but it is the honey of Anticyra ; 

Her face is a mask of fascination, but there hideth deformity behind ; 

Her coming is the presence of a queen, heralded by courtesy and beauty, 

But, going away, her train is held by the hideous dwarf. Disgust. 

Know thyself, thy evil as thy good, and flattery shall not harm thee : 
Yea, her speech shall be a warning, a humbling, and a guide. 
For wherein thou lackest most, there chiefly will the sycophant com- 
mend thee. 
And then most warmly will congratulate, when a man hath least 

deserved. 
Behold, she is doubly a traitor ; and will underrate her victim's best. 
That, to the comforting of conscience, she may plead his worse for better. 

Therefore is she dangerous, — as every lie is dangerous : 

Believe her tales, and perish ; if thou act upon such counsel. 

Her aims are thine, not thee, thy wealth and not thy welfare, 

Thy suffrage not thy safety, thine aid and not thine honour. 

Moreover, with those aims insured, ceaseth all her glozing ; 

She hath used thee as a handle, — but her hand was wise to turn it • 

Thus will she glorify her skill, that it deftly caught thy kindness, 

Thus will she scorn thy kindness, so pliable and easy to her skill. 

And then, the flatterer will turn to be thy foe, the bitterest and hottest. 

Because he oweth thee much hate to pay off* many humblings 

Thinkest thou now that he is high, he loveth the remembrance of his low 

liness. 
The servile manner, the dependent smile, the conscience self«abased.' 
No, this hour is his own, and the flatterer will be found a busy mocker; 
He that hath salved thee with liis tongue shall now gnash upon thee whh 

his teeth. 
Yea, he will be leader in the laugh, — silly one, to listen to thy loss, 
We scarce had hoped to lime and take another of the fools of flattery. 



SERIES II.] OF FLATTERY. 69 

At the last; have charity, young scholar, — yea, to the sycophant con- 
victed ; 

Be not a Brutus to thyself, nor stern in thine own cause. 

Pardon exaggerated praise ; for there is a natural impulse 

Spurring on ihe nobler mind, to colour facts by feelings : 

Take an indulgent view of each man's interest in self, 

Be large and liberal in excuses ; is not that infirmity thine own ? 

Search thy soul and be humble; and mercy abideth with humility; 

So that, yea, the insincere, may find thee pitiful, and love thee. 

Mildly put aside, without rudeness of repulse, the pampermg hand oi 
flattery. 

For courtesy and kindness have gone beneath its guise, and ill snouldst 
thou rebuke them. 

Thou art incapable of theft : but flowers in the garden of a friend 

Are thine to pluck with confidence, and it were unfriendliness to hesitate: 

Thou abhorest flattery : but a generous excess in praise 

Is thine to yield with honest heart, and false w^ere the chanty to doubt it : 

The difference lieth in thine aim ; kindliness and good are of charity, 

But selfish, harmful, vile, and bad, is flattery's evil end 



OF NEGLECT. 



Generous and righteous is thy grief, slighted child of sensibility ; 
For kindliness enkindleth love, but the waters of indifference quench it*, 
Thy soul is athirst for sympathy, and hungereth to find afiection. 
The tender scions of thy heart yearn for the sunshine of good feeling , 
And it is an evil thing and bitter, when the cheerful face of Charity, 
Going forth gaily in the morning to woo the world with smiles. 
Is met by those wayfaring men wnth coldness, suspicion, and repulse. 
And turneth into hard dead stone at the Gorgon visage of Neglect. 

brother, warm and young, covetous of others' favour, 

1 see thee checked and chilled, sorrowing for censure or forgetful ness • 
Let coarse and common minds despise — that wounding of thy vanity, 
Alas, I note a sorer cause, the blighting of thy love ; 

I^t the callous sensual deride thee, — disappointed of thy praise, 
Alas, thou has a juster grief, defrauded of their kindness : 
It is a theme for tears to feel the soft heart hardening, 
The frozen breath of apathy sealing up the fountain of affection ; 
It is a pang keen only to the best, to be injured wxll-deserving, 
And slumbering Neglect is injury, — could ye not watch one hour ? 
When God himself complained, it was that none regarded, 
And indifference bowed to the rebuke. Thou gavest Me no kiss wlicn 1 
came in. 

Moreover, praise is good ; honour is a treasure to be hoarded ; 
A good man's praise loreshadowelh God's, and in His smile is herjven; 
But men walk on in hardihood, stealing their sinfulness to censure, 
Anl where rebuke is ri<licnled, the love of prn-se w^ere an iii^irmitv; 



OF NEGLECT. 71 



The judge thou heedest not in fear, cannot have deep homage of thy hope, 
And who then is the wise of this world, that will own he tremblelh at his 

fellows ? 
Calm, careless, and insensible, he mocketh blame or calumny, 
Neither should his dignity be humbled to some pittance of their praise : 
The rather, let false pride affect to trample on the treasure 
Which evermore in secret strength unconquered Nature prizeth ; 
Rather, shall he stifle now the rising bliss of triumph. 
Lest after, in the world's Neglect, he must acknowledge bitterness. 

For lo, that world is wide, a huge and crowded continent. 

Its brazen sun is mammon, and its iron soil is care, 

A world full of men, where each man clingeth to his idol; 

A world full of men, where each man cherisheth his sorrow ; 

A world full of men, multitude shoaling upon multitude, 

A surging sea, where every wave is burdened with an argosy of self, 

A boundless beach, where every stone is a separate microscopic world, 

A forest of innumerable trees, where every root is independent. 

What then is the marvel or the shame, if units be lost among the million, 

Canst thou reasonably murmur, if a leaf drop off unnoticed ? 

Wondrous in architecture, intricate and beautiful, delicately tinged and 

scented. 
Exquisite of feeling and mysterious in life, none cared for its growth, or 

its decay : 
None ? yea, — no one of its fellows, — nor cedar, palm, nor bramble, — 
None ? its twin born brother scarcely missed it from the spray : 
None ? — if none indeed, then man's neglect were bitterness; 
And life a land without a sun, a globe without a God ! 
Yea, flowers in the desert, there be that love your beauty. 
Yea, jevv^els in the sea, there be that prize your brightness ; 
Children of unmerited oblivion, there be that watch and woo you. 
And many tend your sweets, with gentle ministering care : 
Thronging spirits of the happy, and the everpresent Good One 
Yearning seek those precious things man hath not heart to love. 
Gems of the humblest or the highest, pure and patient in their kind. 
The soiil:i unhardened by ill-usage, and uncorrupt by luxury 



72 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series ii, 

Amd ye, poor desolates unsunned, toilers in the dark danap mine, 
Wearied daughters of oppression, crushed beneath the car ol avarice, 
There be that count your tears, — He hath numbered the hairs of thy head,-^ 
There he that can forgive your ill v^^ith kind considerate pity : 
Count ye this for comfort, Justice hath her balances. 
And yet another world can compensate for all : 
The daily martyrdom of patience shall not be wanting of reward; 
Duty is a prickly shrub, but its iiower will be happiness and glory. 

Ye too, the friendless, yet dependent, that fmd nor home nor lover, 

Sa:l imprisoned hearts, captive to the net of circumstance, — 

And ye, too harshly judged, noble unappreciated intellects. 

Who, capable of highest, lowlier fix 5'our just ambition in content. 

And chief est, ye, famished infants of the poor, toiling for your parents* 

bread. 
Tired, and sore, and uncomforted the while, for want of love and learning. 
Who struggle with the pitiless machine in dull continuous conflict. 
Tasked by iron men, who care for nothing but your labour, — 
Be ye long-suffering and courageous ; abide the will of Heaven ; 
God is on your side ; all things are tenderly remembered : 
His servants here shall help you; and w4iere those fail you through Neg- 
lect, 
His kingdom still hath time and space for ample discriminative Justice: 
Yea, though utterly on this bad earth ye lose both right and mercy, 
The tears that we forgat to note our God shall wipe away. 

Nevertheless, kind spirit, susceptible and guileless, — 

Meek uncherished dove, in a carrion flock of fowls, 

Sensitive mimosa, shrinking from the winds that help to root the fir, 

Fragile nautilus, shipwrecked in the gale whereat the conch is glad, 

Thy sharp peculiar grief is uncomforted by hope of compensation, 

For it is a delicate and spiritual w^ound, which the probe of pity bruiseth ; 

Yet hear how many thoughts extenuate its pain ; 

Even while a kindred heart can sorrow for its presence. 

For the sting of neglect is in this, — that such as we are, all forget us. 

That men and women, kith and kin, so lightly heed of other: 



SERIES II.] OF NEGLECT. 73 

Sympathy is lacking from the guilty such as we, even where angels 

minister, 
And souls of fine accord must prize a fellow-sinner's love ; 
For the worst love those who love them, and the best claim heart for 

heart, 
And it is a holy thirst to long for love's requital : 
Hard it will be, hard and sad, to love and be unloved. 
And many a thorn is thrust into the side of him that is forgotten. 
The oppressive silence of reserve, the frost of failing friendsnip, 
Affection blighted by repulse, or chilled by shallow courtesy. 
The unaided struggle, the unconsidered grief, the unesteemed self- 
sacrifice. 
The gift, dear evidence of kindness, long due, but never offered, 
The glance estranged, the letter flung aside, the greeting ill received. 
The services of unobtrusive care unthanked, perchance unheeded, 
These things, which hard men mock at, rend the feelings of the tender. 
For the delicate tissue of a spiritual mind is torn by those sharp barbs; 
The coldness of a trusted friend, a plenitude ending in vacuity, 
Is as if the stable world had burst a hollow bubble. 

But, consider, child of sensibility ; the lot of men is labour. 
Labour for the mouth, or labour in the spirit, labour stern and in- 
dividual. 
Worldly cares and worldly hopes exact the thoughts of all. 
And there is a necessary selfishness rooted in each mortal breast. 
The plans of prudence, or the whisperings of pride, or all-absorbing re- 
veries of love, 
Ambition, grief, or fear, or joy, set each man for himself : 
Therefore, the centre of a cycle, whereunto all the universe convergeth, 
Is seen in fallen solitude, the naked selfish heart: 
Stripped of conventional deceptions, untrammelled from the harness of 

society. 
We all may read one little word engraved on all we do ; 
Other men, what are they unto us.? the age, the mass, the million, — 
We segre^rate distinct from generalities, that isolated particle, a self: 
It is the very law of oar life, a law for soul and body, 
An earthly law for earthly men. toilinsi; in responsible probation 



74 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [sf.KiLS ii 



For each is the all unto himself, disguise it as we may, 

Each infinite, each most precious : yet even as a nothing to his 
neighbour. 

consider, we be crowding up an avenue, trapped in the decoy of 
time, 

Behind us the irrevocable past, before us the illimitable future, 

What wonder is there, if the traveller, wayworn, hopeful, fearful, 

Burdened himself, so lightly heed the burden of his brother ? 

How shouldst thou marvel and be sad that the pilgrims trouble not to 
learn thee. 

When each hath to master for himself the lessons of life and immor- 
tality ? 

Moreover, what art thou, — so vainly impatient of Neglect, 

Where then is thy worthiness, that so thou claimest honour? 

Let the true judgment of humility reckon up thine ill deserts. 

How little is there to be loved, how m.uch to stir up scorn ? 

The double heart, the bitter tongue, the rash and erring spirit. 

Be these, ye purest among men, your passports into favour ? 

It is mercy in the Merciful, and justice in the Just, to be jealous of his 

creature's love, 
But how should evil or duplicity arrogate affection to itself? 
Where love is happiness and duty, to be jealous of that love is godlike, 
But who can reverence the guilty ? who findeth pleasure in the mean ? 
Check the presumption of thy hopes: thankfully take refuge in ob- 
scurity. 
Or, if thou claimest merit, thy sin shall be proclaimed upon the 
housetops. 

Yet again : consider them of old, the good, the great, the learned. 

Who have blessed the world by wisdom, and glorified their God by 

purity. 
Did those s])eed in lavour? were they the loved and the admired? 
Was ever}' proj)het had in honour? and every deserving one remembered 

to his praise ? 
What shall 1 say of yonder band, a glorious cloud of witnesses. 
The scorned, defamed, insulted, — lul the excellent of earth ' 



SERIES ii.j OF NEGLECT. 75 



It were weariness to count up noble names, neglected in their lives. 
Whom none esteemed, nor cared to loved, till death had sealed them his. 
For good men are the health of the world, valued only when it perisheth. 
Like water, light, and air, all precious in their absence. 
Who hath considered the blessing of his breath, till the poison of an asthma 

struck him ? 
Who hath regarded the just pulses of his heart, till spasm or paralysis 

have stopped them ? 
Even thus, an unobserved routine of daily grace and wisdom. 
When no more here, had worship of a world, whose penitence atoned for 

its neglect. 
And living genius is seen among infirmities, wherefrom the commoner are 

free; 
And other rival men of mind crowd this arena of contention ; 
And there be many cares; and a man knoweth little of his brother; 
Feebly we appreciate a motive, and slowly keep pace with a feeling ; 
And social difference is much ; and experience teacheth sadly. 
How great the treachery of friends, how dangerous the courtesy of enemies. 
So, the sum of all these things operateth largely upon all men. 
Hedging us about with thorns, to cramp our yearning sympathies. 
And we grow materialized in mind, forgetting what we see not. 
But, immersed in perceptions of the present, keep things absent out of 

thought : 
Thus, where ingratitude, and guilt, and labour, and selfishness would 

harden. 
Humbly will the good man bow, unmurmuring, to Neglect. 

Yet once more, griever at neglect, hear me to thy comfort, or rebuke: 

For, after all thy just complaint, the world is full of love. 

heart of childhood, tender, trusting, and affectionate, 

O youth, warm youth, full of generous attentions, 

woman, self-forgetting woman, poetry of human life, 

And not less thou, man, so often the disinterested brother. 

Many a smile of love, many a tear of pity. 

Many a word of comfort, many a deed of magnanimity. 

Many a stream of milk and honey pour ye freely on the earth. 

And many a rosebud of love rejoiceth in the dew of your afiection 



T« PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY- [series i 

Neglect? liberal world, for thine are many prizes. 

Neglect? charitable world, where thousands feed on bounty; 

Neglect? just world, for thy judgnnents err not often; 

Neglect? libel on a world, where half that world is woman ! 

Where is the afflicted, whose voice, once heard, stirreth not a host oi com 

forte rs ? 
Where is the sick untended, or in prison, and they visited him not? 
The hungry is fed, and the thirsty satisfied, till ability set limits to the 

will, 
And those who did it unto them, have done it unto God ! 
For human benevolence is large, though many matters dwarf it. 
Prudence, ignorance, imposture, and the straightenings of circumstance and 

time. 
And if to the body, so to the mind, the mass of men are generous • 
Their estimate who know us best, is seldom seen to err: 
Be sure the fault is thine, as pride, or shallowness, or vanity, 
If all around thee, good and bad, neglect thy seeming merit: 
No man yet deserved, who found not some to love him ; 
And he that never kept a friend need only blame himself: 
Many for unworthness will droop and die, but all are not unworthy; 
It must indeed be cold clay soil that killeth every seed. 
Therefore examme thy state, self-accounted martyr of Neglect, 
It may be, thy merit is a cubit, and thy measure thereof a furlong: 
But grant it greater than thy thoughts, and grant that men thy fellows 
For pleasure, business, or interest, misuse, forget, neglect thee, — 
Still be thou conqueror in this, the consciousness of high deservings; 
Let it suffice thee to be worthy; faint not thou for j)raise ; 
For that thou art, be grateful ; go humbly even in thy confidence ; 
And set thy foot on the neck of an enemy so harmless as Neglect. 



OF CONTENTMENT. 



Godliness with Contentment, — these be the pillars of felicity, 

Jachin, wherewithal it is established, and Boaz, in the which is 

strength ; C^) 
And upon their capitals is lily- work, the lotus fruit and flower, 
Those fair and fragrant types of holiness, innocence, and beauty ; 
Great gain pertaineth to the pillars, nets and chains of wreathen gold. 
And they stand up straight in the tempte porch, the house where Glory 

dwelleth. 

The body craveth meats, and the spirit is athirst for peacefulness; 

He that hath these, hath enough ; for all beyond is vanity. 

Surfeit vaulteth over pleasure, to light upon the hither side of pain* 

And great store is great care, the rather if it mightily increaseth. 

Albeit too little is a trouble, yet too much shall swell into an evil. 

If wisdom stand not nigh to moderate the wishes : 

For covetousness never had enough, but moaneth at its wants for ever. 

And rich men have commonly more need to be taught contentment than 

the poor. 
That hungry chasm in their market-place gapeth still unsatisfied. 
Yea, fling in all the wealth of Rome, — it asketh higher victims ; 
So, when the miser's gold cannot fill the measure of his lust, 
Curtius must leap into the pit, and avarice shall close upon his life. (^0 

Behold Independence in his rags, all too easily contented. 
Careful for nothing, thankful for much, and uncomplaining in his 
poverty : 



78 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series ii. 

Such an one have I somewhile seen earn his crust with gladness; 

He is a gatherer of simples, culling wild herbs upon ihe hills : 

And now, as he sitteth on the beach, with his motherless child beside 

him. 
To rest them in the cheerful sun, and sort their mints and horehound,— 
Tell me, can ye find upon his forehead the cloud of covetous anxiety. 
Or note the dull unkindled eyes of sated sons of pleasure ? — 
For there is more joy of life with that poor picker of the ditches, 
Than among the multitude of wealthy who wed their gains to dis- 
content. 

I have seen many rich, burdened w^ith the fear of poverty, 

I have seen many poor buoyed with all the carelessness of wealth ; 

For the rich had the spirit of a pauper, and the moneyless a liberal heart ; 

The first enjoyeth not for having, and the latter hath nothing but enjoy- 
ment. 

None is poor but the mean in mind, the timorous, the weak, and unbe- 
lieving ; 

None is wealthy but the affluent in soul, who is satisfied and fioweth 
over. 

The poor-rich is attenuate for fears, the rich-poor is fattened upon hopes; 

Cheerfulness is one man's welcome, and the other warneth from him by 
his gloom. 

Many poor have the pleasures of the rich, even in their own posses- 
sions ; 

And many rich miss the poor man's comforts, and yet feel all his cares. 

Liberty is affluence, and the Helots of anxiety never can be counted 
wealthy ; 

But he that is disenthralled from fear, goeth for the time a king ; 

He is royal, great, and opulent, living free of fortune. 

And looking on the world as owner of its good, the Maker's child and 
heir : 

Whereas the covetous is slavish, a very ]\Iidas in his avarice. 

Full of dismal dreams, and starved amongst his treasures: 

The ceaseless spur of discontent goaded him with instant apprehension. 

And his thirst for gold could never be quenched, for he drank with the 
throat of Crassus. ('^) 



SERIES n.] OP CONTENTMENT. 79 

Vanity and dreary disappointment, care, and weariness, and envy; 

V^anity is graven upon all things ; wisely spake the preacher. 

For ambition is a burning mountain, thrown up amid the turbid sea, 

A Stromboli in sullen pride above the hissing weaves ; 

And the statesman climbing there, forgetful of his patriot intentions. 

Shall hate the strife of each rough step, or ever he hath toiled midway : 

And every truant from his home, the happy home of duty. 

Shall live to loathe his eminence of cares, that seething smoke and lava 

Contentment is the temperate repast, flowing with milk and honey ; 

Ambition is the drunken orgy, fed by liquid flames : 

A black and bitter frown is stamped upon the forehead of Ambition, 

But fair Contentment's angel-face is rayed with winning smiles. 

There was in Tyre a merchant, the favourite child of fortune. 
An opulent man with many ships, to trade in many climes ; 
And he rose up early to his merchandise, after feverish dreaming. 
And lay down late to his hot unrest, overwhelmed with calculated cares. 
So, day by day, and month by month, and year by year, he gained ; 
And grew gray, and waxed great ; for money brought him all things. 
All things I — verily not all ; the kernel of the nut is lacking, — 
His mind was a stranger to content, and as for Peace, he knew her not : 
Luxuries palled upon his palate, and his eyes were satiate with purple; 
He could coin much gold, but buy no happiness with it. 
And on a day, a day of dread, in the heat of inordinate ambition. 
When he threw with a gambler's hand, to lose or to double his posses- 
sions. 
The chance hit him, — he had speculated ill, — and men began to whisper ; — 
Those he trusted, failed ; and their usuries had bribed him deeply : 
One ship foundered out at sea, — and another met the pirate, — 
And so, with broken fortunes, men discreetly shunned him. 
He was a stricken stag, and went to hide away in solitude, 
And there in humility, he thought, — he resolved, and promptly acted : 
From the wreck of all his splendours, from the dregs of the goblet of afflu- 
ence, 
He saved with management a morsel and a drop, for his daily cup and 

platter : 
And io, that little w^as enough, and in enough was competence : 



80 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series ii. 

His cares were gone, — he slept by night, and lived at peace by day : 
Cured oi his guilty selfishness, — money's love, envy, competition, — 
He lived to be thankful in a cottage that he had lost a palace: 
For he found in his abasement, what he vainly had sought in high estate, 
Both mind and body well at ease, though robed in the russet of the lowly. 

Once more; a certain priest, happy in his high vocation, 

With laith, and hope, and charity, well served his village altar; 

As men count riches, he was poor; but great were his treasures in heaven, 

And great his joys on earth, for God's sake doing good : 

He had few cares and many consolations, one of the welcome every where ; 

The labourer accounted him his friend, and magnates did him honour at 

their table : 
With a large heart and little means he still made many grateful. 
And felt as the centre of a circle, of comfort, calmness, and content. 
But on a weaker sabbath, — for he preached both well and wisely, — 
Some casual hearer loudly praised his great neglected talents : 
Why should he be buried in obscurity, and throw these pearls to swine f 
Could he not still be doing good, — the whilst he pushed his fortunes ? 
Then came temj)tation, even on the spark of discontent; 
The neighbouring town had a pulpit to be filled ; hotly did he canvass 

and won it : 
Now was he ])opular and courted, and listened to the spell of admiration, 
And toiled to please the taste, rather than to pierce the conscience. 
Greedily he sought, and seeking found, the patronizing notice of the great; 
He thirsted for emoluments and honours, and counted rich men happy : 
So he flattered, so he preached ; and gold and fame flowed in ; 
They flowed in, — he was reaping his reward, — and felt himself a fool. 
Alas, what a shadow was he following, — how precious was the substance 

he had left ! 
Man for God, gold for good, this was his miserable bargain, 
The villa2:e church, its humble flock, and humbler parish priest. 
Zeal, devotion, and approving heaven, — his books, and simple life. 
His little farm and Mower-beds, — his recreative rambles with a friend. 
And haply at eventide the leaping trouts, to help their humble fare, — 
All these wretchedly exchangeil for what the world called fortune. 
With the harrowing conscience of a state rela])sed to vain ambitions. 



SERIES II.] OF CONTENTMENT. 81 

Then, — for God was gracious to his soul, his better thoughts returned. 
And belter aims with better thoughts, his holy walk of old. 
Sickened of style, and ostentation, and the dissipative fashions of society. 
He deserted from the ranks of Mammon, and renewed his allegiance to 

God: 
For he found that the praises of men, and all that gold can give, 
Are not worthy to be named against godliness and calm contentment. 



OF LIFE. 



A CHILD was playing in a garden, a merry little child, 
Bounding with triumphant health, and full of happy fancies; 
His kite was floating in the sunshine,— but he tied the string to a twig. 
And ran among the roses to catch a new-born butterfly ; 
His horn-book lay upon a bank, but the pretty truant hid it 
Buried up in gathered grass, and moss, and sweet wild-thyme ; 
He launched a paper boat upon the fountain, — then wayward turned aside, 
To twine some vagrant jessamines about the dripping marble : 
So, in various pastime, shadowing the schemes of manhood. 
That curly-headed boy consumed the golden hours : 
And I blessed his glowing face, envying the merry little child, 
As he shouted with the ecstacy of being, clapping his hands tor joyfulness: 
For I said. Surely, Life, thy name is happiness and hope. 
Thy days are bright, thy flowers are sweet, and pleasure Ihe condition of 
thy gift. 

A youtii was walking in the moonlight, walking not alone, 

For a fair and gentle maid leant on his trembling arm : 

Their whispering was still of beauty, and the light of love was m tiieir 

eyes, 
Their twin young hearts had not a thought unvowed to love and beaut v; 
The stars, and the sleeping world, and the guardian eye of God, 
The murmur of the distant waterfall, and nightingales warbling in the 

thicket. 
Sweet speech of years to come, and promises of fondest hope, 
And more, a present gladness in each other's trust ; 



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SEKTEs II.] OF LIFE. 83 

All these fed their souls with the hidden manna of affection. 

While their faces shone beatified in the radiance of reflected Eden: 

I gazed on that fond youth, and coveted his heart. 

Attuned to holiest symphonies, with music in its strings ; 

For I said. Surely, Life, thy name is love and beauty. 

Thy joys are full, thy looks most fair, thy feelings pure and sensitive. 

A man sat beside his merchandise, a careworn altered man, 

His waking hope, his nightly fear, were money and its losses: 

Rcirely was the laugh upon his cheek, except in bitter scorn. 

For his foolishness of heart, and the lie of its romance, counting Love a 

treasure. 
His talk is of stern "Reality, chilling unimaginative facts. 
The dull material accidents of this sensual body ; 
Lucreless honour were contemptible, impoverished afTection but a pauper's 

riches, 
Duty, struggling unrewarded, the bargain of a cheated fool ; 
The market value of a fancy must be measured by the gain it bringeth. 
No man is fed or clothed by fame, or love, or duty : — 
So toiled he day by day, that cold and joyless man ; 
I gazed upon his haggard face, and sorrowed for the change : 
For 1 said, Surely, Life, thy name is care and weariness. 
Thy soul is parched, thy winds are fierce, and the suns above thee 

hardening. 

A withered elder lay upon his bed, a desolate man and feeble ; 

His thoughts were of the past, the early past, the bygone days of 

youth : 
Bitterly repented he the years stolen by the god of this world : 
Remembering the maiden of his love, and the heart-stricken wife of his 

selfishness. 
For the sunshiny morning of life came again to him a vivid truth, 
But the years of toil as a long dim dream, a cloudy blighted noon: 
He saw the nutting schoolboy, but forgat the speculative merchant ; 
The callous calculating husband was shamed by the generous lover : 
He know that the weeds of worldliness, and the smoky^ breath of 

Mammon 



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Had choked and killed those lender shoots, his yearnings after honour 

and affection : 
So was he sick at heart, and my pity strove to cheer him, 
But a deep and dismal gulf lay between comfort and his soul. 
Then I said, Surely, Life, thy name is vanity and sorrow, 
Thy storms at noon are many, and thine eventide is clouded by remorse. 

Now, w^hen I thought upon these things, my heart Avas grieved within me : 
I wept wath bitterness of speech, and these were the words of my com- 
plaining : 
" Wherefore then must happiness and love wither into care and vanity,— « 
Wherefore is the bud so beautiful, but flow^er and fruit so blighted ? 
Hard is the lot of man ; to be lured by the meteor of romance. 
Only to be snared, and to sink, in the turpid mudpool of reality." 

Suddenly, a light, — and a rushing presence, — and a consciousness of 

something near me, — 
I trembled, and listened, and prayed : then 1 knew the Angel of Life: 
Vague, and dimly visible, mine eye could not behold him, 
As, calmly unimpassioned, he looked upon an erring creature : 
Unseen, my spirit apprehended him ; though he spake not, yet 1 heard; 
For a sympathetic communing wuth Him flashed upon my mind electric. 

Pensioner of God, be grateful ; the gift of Life is good : 

The life of heart, and hfe of soul, mingled with life for the body. 

Gladness and beauty are its just inheritance, — the beauty thou hast 

counted for romance : 
And guardian spirits weep that seliishness and sorrow should destroy it. 
Thou hast seen the natural blessing marred into a curse by man ; 
Come then, in favour will I show thee the proper excellence of life. 
Keep thou purity, and watch against suspicion, — love shall never perish;; 
Guard thine innocency spotless, and the buoyancy of childhood shall 1 

remain. 
Sweet ideals feed the soul, thoughts of loveliness delight it, 
Tlie chivalrous affection of uncalculating youth lacketh not honourable . 

wisdom. 
Charge not folly on invisibles, that render thee happier and purer. 



sehies II.] OF LIFE. 85 

The fair frail visions of Romance have a use beyond the maxims of the 
Heal 

Behold, a patriarch of years, who leaneth on the staff of religion ; 
His heart is fresh, quick to feel, a bursting fount of generosity ; 
He, playful in his wisdom, is gladdened in his children's gladness- 
He, pure in his experience, loveth in his son's first love : 
Lofty aspirations, deep affections, holy hopes are his delight ; 
His abhorrence is to strip from Life its charitable garment of Ideal. 
The cold and callous sneerer, who heedeth of the merely practical. 
And mocketh at good uses in imaginary things, that man is his scorn : 
The hard unsympathizing modern, filled with facts and figures. 
Cautious, and coarse, and materialized in mind, that man is his pity. 
Passionate thirst for gain never hath burnt within his bosom. 
The leaden chains of that dull lust have not bound him prisoner : 
The shrewd world laughed at him for honesty, the vain world mouthed 

at him for honour. 
The false world hated him for truth, the cold world despised him for 

affection : 
Still, he kept his treasure, the warm and noble heart. 
And in that happy wise old man survive the child and lover. 
For human Life is as Chian wine, flavoured unto him who drinketh it, 
Delicate fragrance comforting the soul, as needful substance for the body: 
Therefore, see thou art pure and guileless ; so shall thy Realities of Life 
Be sweetened, and tempered, and gladdened by the wholesome spirit of 

Romance. 

Dost thou live, man, dost thou live, — or only breathe and labour ? 

Art thou free, or enslaved to a routine, the daily machinery of habit ? 

For one man is quickened into Life, where thousands exist as in a torpor, 

Feeding, toiling, sleeping, an insensate weary round : 

The plough, or the ledger, or the trade, with animal cares and indolence. 

Make the mass of vital years a heavy lump unleavened, 

Drowsily lie down in thy dulness, fettered with the irons of circumstance. 

Thou wilt not wake to think and feel a minute in a month. 

The epitome of common life is seen in the common epitaph. 



86 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series ii. 

Born on such a day, and dead on such another, with an interval of three- 
score years. 
For time hath been wasted on the senses, to the hourly diminishing of 

spirit ; 
Lean is the soul and pineth, in the midst of abundance for the body: 
He forgat the world to which he tended, and a creature's true nobility. 
Nor wished that hope and wholesome fear should stir him from his hard- 
ened satisfaction. 
And this is death in life ; to be sunk beneath the w^aters of the Actual, 
Without one feebly-struggling sense of an airier spiritual realm : 
Affection, fancy, feeling — dead ; imagination, conscience, faith, 
All wilfully expunged, till they leave the man mere carcass. 
See thou livest, whiles thou art : for heart must live, and soul. 
But care and sloth and sin and self, combine to kill that life. 
A man will grow to an automaton, an appendage to the counter or the 

desk. 
If mind and spirit be not roused to raise the plodding groveller. 
Then praise God for sabbaths, for books, and dreams, and pains 
For the recreative face of nature, and the kindling charities of home; 
And remember, thou that labourest, — thy leisure is not loss. 
If it help to expose and undermine that solid falsehood, the Material. 

Life is a strange avenue of various trees and flowers ; 

Lightsome at commencement, but darkening to its end in a distant massy 

portal. 
It beginneth as a little path, edged with the violet and primrose, 
A little path of lawny grass, and soft to tiny feet : 
Soon, spring thistles in the way, those early griefs of school. 
And fruit-trees ranged on either hand show holiday delights : 
Anon, the rose and the mimosa hint at sensitive affection. 
And vipers hide among the grass, and briars are woven in the hedges : 
Shortly, staked along in order, stand the slender sa})]ings, 
While hollow hemlock and tall ferns fill the frequent interval: 
So advancing, quaintly mixed, majestic line the way 
Sturdy oaks, and vigorous elms, the beech and forest-pine : 
And here the road is rough with rocks, wide, and scant of herbage. 
The sun is hot in heaven, and the ground is cleft and parched : 



SERIES II.] OF LIFE. SI 

And many-times a hollow-trunk, decayed or lightning scathed. 

Or in its deadly solitude, the melancholy upas: 

But soon, with closer ranks, are set the sentinel trees. 

And darker shadows hover amongst Autumn's mellow tints ; 

Ever and anon, a holly, — ^junipers, and cypresses, and yews; 

The soil is damp ; the air is chill ; night cometh on apace : 

Speed to the portal, traveller, — lo, there is a moon. 

With smiling light to guide thee safely through the dreadiul shade • 

Hark,- — that hollow knock,— behold, the warder openeth. 

The gate is gaping, and for ihee ; — those are the jaws of Death ! 



OF DEATH. 



Keep silence, daughter oi frivolity, — for Death is in that chamber ! 

Startle not with echoing sound the strangely solemn peace. 

Death is here in spirit, watcher of a marble corpse, — ■ 

That eye is fixed, that heart is still, — how dreadful in its stillness ! 

Death, new tenant of the house, pervadeth all the fabric ; 

He waiteth at the head, and he standeth at the feet, and hideth in the 

caverns of the breast : 
Death, subtle leech, hath anatomized soul from body. 
Dissecting well in every nerve its spirit from its substance : 
Death, rigid lord, hath claimed the heriot clay. 
While joyously the youthful soul hath gone to take his heritage ; 
Death, cold usurer, hath seized his bonded debtor; 
Death, savage despot, hath caught his forfeit serf; 
Death, blind loe, wreaketh petty vengeance on the flesh ; 
Death, fell cannibal, gloateth on his victim, 
And carrieth it with him to the grave, that dismal banquet-hall. 
Where in foul state the Royal Goul holdeth secret orgies. 

Hide it up, hide it up, draw the decent curtain : 
Hence ! curious fool, and pry not on corruption : 
For the fearful mysteries of change are being there enacted. 
And many actors play their part on that small stage, the tomb. 
Leave the clay, that leprous thing, touch not the fleshly garment: 
Dust to dust, it mingleth well among the sacred soil : 
It is scattered by the winds, it ^s wafted by the waves, it mixelh with 
herbs and cattle, 



SERIES II.] OF DEATH. 89 



But God hath watched those morsels, and hath guided them in care: 

Each waiting soul must claim his own, when the archangel soundeth. 

And all the fields, and all the hills, shall move a mass of life ; 

Bodies numberless, crowding on the land, and covering the trampled sea, 

Darkening the air precipitate, and gathered scatheless from the fire ; 

The Himalayan peaks shall yield their charge, and the desolate steppes of 

Siberia, 
The Maelstrom disengulf its spoil, and the iceberg manumit its captive : 
All shall teem with life, the converging fragments of humanity, 
Till every conscious essence greet his individual frame ; 
For in some dignified similitude, alike, yet different in gJory, 
This body shall be shaped anew, fit dwelling for the soul : 
The hovel hath grown to a palace, the bulb hath burst into the flower. 
Matter hath put on incorruption, and is at peace with spirit. 

Amen, — and so it shall be : — but now, the scene is drear, — 

Yea, though promises and hope strive to cheat its sadness ; 

Full of grief, though faith herself is strong to speed the soul. 

For the partner of its toil is left behind to endure an ordeal of change. 

Dear partner, dear and frail, my loved though humble home, — 

Should I cast thee off without a pang, as a garment flung aside ? 

Many years, for joy and sorrow, have I dwelt in thee, 

How shall I be reckless of thy weal, nor hope for thy perfection ? 

This also. He that lent thee for i ^ uses in mortality. 

Shall well fulfil with boundless prcx ^e on that returning day . 

Behold, thou shalt be glorified ; thou, mine abject friend, — 

And should I meanly scorn thy state, until it rise to greatness ? 

Far be it, my soul, from thine expectant essence. 

To be heedless, if indignity or folly desecrate those thine ashes : 

Keep them safe with careful love ; and let the mound be holy ; 

And, thou that passest by, revere the waiting dead. 

Naples sitteth by the sea, keystone of an arch of azure. 

Crowned by consenting nations peerless queen of gaiety : 

She laugheth at the wrath of Ocean, she mocketh the fury of Vesuvius, 

She spurneth disease and misery and famine, that crowd h^r sunny streets ; 

The giddy dance, the merry song, the festal glad procession. 



90 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series ii. 

The noonday slumber and the midnight serenade, — all these make up 

her Life : 
Her Life ? — and what her Death ? — look we to the end of life, — 
Solon, and Tellus the Athenian, wisely have ye ])ointed to the grave. 
For behold yon dreary precinct, — those hundreds of stone wells, — ('^) 
A pit for a da.} , a pit for a day, — a pit to be sealed for a year : 
And in the gloom of night, they raise the year-closed lid, — 
Look in, — for gnawing lime hath half consumed the carcases; 
Thus, they hurl the daily dead into that horiible pit, 
The dead that only died this day, — as unconsidered offal! 
There, a stark white heap, unwept, unloved, uncared for, 
Old men and maidens, young men and infants, mingle in hideous corrup 

tion : 
Fling in the gnawing lime, — seal up the charnel for a year; 
For lo, a morrow's dawn hath tinged the mountain summit. 
fair false city, thou gay and gilded harlot. 
Woe, for thy wanton heart, woe, for thy wicked hardness : 
Woe unto thee, that, the lightsomeness of Life, beneath Italian suns, 
Should meet the solemnity of Death, in a sepulchre so foul and fearful. 

For that, even to the best, the wise and pure and pious, 

Death, repulsive king, thine iron rule is terrible : 

Yea, and even at the best, in company of buried kindred, 

With hallowing rites, and friendly tears, and the dear old country church. 

Death, cold and lonely thy frigid face is hateful. 

The bravest look on thee with dread, the humblest curse thy coming. 

Still, ye unwise among mankind, your foolishness hath added fears; 

The crowded cemetery, the catacomb of bones, the pestilential vault, 

With fancy's gliding ghost at eve, her moans and flaky footfalls. 

And the gibbering train of terror to fright your coward hearts. 

We speak not here of sin, nor the phantoms of a bloody conscience. 

Nor of solaces, and merciful pardon ; we heed but the inevitable grave ; 

The grave, that wage of guilt, that due return to dust, 

The grave, that goal of earth, and starting-post lor heaven. 

Plant it with laurels, sj)rinkle it with lilies, set it v])rr[ yonder dewy 
hill 



SERIES II.] OF DEATH. 91 

Midst holy prayers, and generous grief, and consecrating blessings : 

Let Sophocles sleep among his ivy, green perennial garlands, {^'') 

Let olives shade their Virgil, and roses bloom above Corinne ; 

To his foster-mother, Ocean, entrust the mariner in hope. 

The warrior's spirit, let it rise on high, from the flaming fragrant pyre. 

But heap not coffins and corruption to infect the mass of living, 

Nor steal from odious realities the charitable poetry of Death : 

It is wise to gild uncomeliness, it is wise to mask necessity. 

It is wise from cheerful sights and sounds to draw their gentle uses ; 

Hide the facts, the bitter facts, the foul and fearful facts. 

Tend the body well in hope, this were praise and wisdom. 

But to plunge in gloom the parting soul, that hath loved its clay tenement 

so long, 
This were vanity and folly, the counsel of moroseness and despair. 
Not thus, the Scythian of old time welcomed Death with songs ; 
Not thus, the shrewd Egyptian decorated Death with braveries ; 
Not thus on his funeral tower sleepeth the sun-worshipping Parsee ; 
Not thus the Moslem saint lieth in his arabesque mausoleum; 
Not thus, the wild red Indian, hunter of the far Missouri, 
In flowering trees hath nested up his forest-loving ancestry ; (^^) 
Not thus, the Swilzer mountaineer scattereth ribboned garlands 
About the rustic cross that halloweth the bed of his beloved ; 
Not thus, the village maiden wisheth she may die in spring. 
With store of violets and cowslips to be sprinkled on her snow-white 

shroud ; 
Not thus, the dying poet asketh a cheerful grave, — 
Lay him in the sunshine, friends, nor sorrow that a Christian hath de- 
parted ! 

Yea, it is the poetry of Death, an Orpheus gladdening Hades, 

To care with mindful love for all so dear — and dead ; 

To think of them in hope, to look for them in joy, and — but for its simple 

vanity, — 
To pray with all the earnestness of nature for souls who cannot 

change. 
For the tree is felled, and houghed, and bare, and the Measurer standeth 

with his line : 



92 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series ii. 

The chance is gone for ever, and is past the reach of prayer : 

For men and angels, good and ill, have rendered all their witness ; 

The trial is over, the jury are gone in, and none can now be heard ; 

Well are they agreed upon the verdict, just, and lixt, and final, 

And the sentence showeth clear before the Judge hath spoken : 

Now — while resting matter is at peace within the tomb. 

The conscious spirit watcheth in unspeakable suspense ; 

Racked with a fearful looking forward, or blissfully feeding on tne 

foretaste. 
Waiting souls in eager expectation pass the solemn interval : 
They slumber not in death, but awaken, quickened to the terror of the 

judgment; 
They lie not insensate among darkness, but exult, looking to the light. 
Idiotcy, brightening on the instant, when that veil is torn, 
Is grateful that his torpor here hath left him as an innocent; 
The young child, stricken as he played, and guileless babes unborn. 
Freed from fetters of the flesh, burst into mind immediate : 
Madness judgeth wisely, and the visions of the lunatic are gone. 
And each hasteneth to praise the mercy that made him irresponsible. 
For soul is one, though manifold in act, w^orking the machinery of bram. 
Reason, fancy, conscience, passion, are but varying phases; 
If, in God's wise purpose, the machine were shattered or confused. 
Still is soul the same, though it exhibit with a difference : 
Therefore, dissipate the brain, and set its inmate free. 
Behold, the maniacs and embryos stand in tlieir place intelligent. 
That solvent eateth away all dross, leaving the gold intact: 
Matter lingereth in the retort, spirit hath flown to the receiver : 
And lo, that recipient of the spirits, it is some aerial world, 
An oasis midway on the desert space, separating earth from heaven, 
A prison-house for essences incorporate, a limbus vague and wild, 
Tartarus for evil, and Paradise for gooil, that intermediate Hades. 

O Death, what art thou ? a Lawgiver that never altereth, 

Fixing the consummating seal, whereby the deeds of life become 

established ; 
O Death, what art thou? a stern and silent usher. 
Leading to the judgment for Eternity, after the trial scene of Time ; 



SERIES II.] OF DEATH. 83 

Deatli, what art thou ? an husbandman, that reapeth always. 

Out of season, as in season, with the sickle in his hand : 

Death, what art thou ? the shadow unto every substance. 

In the bower as in the battle, haunting night and day • 

Death, what art thou ? nurse of dreamless slumbers 

Freshening the fevered flesh to a wakefulness eternal : 

Death, what art thou ? strange and solemn alchymist. 

Elaborating life's elixir from these clayey crucibles : 

Death, what art thou ? antitype of Nature's marvels, 

The seed and dormant chrysalis bursting into energy and glory. 

Thou calm safe anchorage for the shattered hulls of men, — 

Thou spot of gelid shade, after the hot-breathed desert, — 

Thou silent waiting-hall, where Adam meeteth with his children, — 

How full of dread, how full of hope, loometh inevitable Death: 

Of dread, for all have sinned ; of hope, for One hath saved ; 

The dread is drowned in joy, the hope is filled with immortality I 

— Pass along, pilgrim of life, go to thy grave unfearing, 

The terrors are but shadows now that haunt the vale of Death. 



OF IMMORTALITY. 



Gird up thy mind to contemplation, trembling inhabitant of earth ; 
Tenant of a hovel for a day, — thou art heir of the universe for ever ! 
For, neither congealing of the grave, nor gulfing waters of the firmament, 
Nor expansive airs of heaven, nor dissipative fires of Gehenna, 
Nor rust of rest, nor wear, nor waste, nor loss, nor chance, nor change. 
Shall avail to quench or overwhelm the spark of soul within thee ! 

Thou art an imperishable leaf on the evergreen bay-tree of Existence ; 

A word from Wisdom's mouth, that cannot be unspoken ; 

A ray of Love's own light ; a drop in Mercy's sea ; 

A creature, marvellous and fearful, begotten by the fiat of Omnipotence, 

I, that speak in weakness, and ye, that hear in charity, 

Shall not cease to live and feel, though flesh must see corruption ; 

For the prison-gates of matter shall be broken, and the shackled soul go 

free. 
Free, for good or ill, to satisfy its appetence for ever : 
For ever, — dreadful doom, to be hurried on eternally to evil, — 
For ever, — happy fate, to ripen into perfectness — for ever ! 

And is there a thought within thy heart, slave of sin and fear, 

A black and harmful hope, that erring spirit dieth ! 

That primal disobedience hath ensured the death of soul, 

And se})arate evil sealed it thine — thy curse. Annihilation r 

Heed thou this; there is a Sacrifice; the Maker is Redeemer of his crea 

ture ; 
Freely unto each, universally to all, is restored the privilege of essence : 



SERIES II.] OF IMMORTALITY. 96 

Whether unto grace or guilt, all must live through Him, 

Live in vital joy, or live in dying woe : 

Death in Adam, life in Christ; the curse hung upon the cross: 

Who art thou that heedest of redemption, as narrower than the fall ? 

All were dead,— He died for all; that living, they might love ; 

If living souls withhold their love,— still. He hath died for them. 

E le stole the knowledge ; Christ gave the life : 

Knowledge and life are the perquisites of soul, the privilege of man : 

Mercy stepped between, and stayed the double theft ; 

God gave ; and giving, bought ; and buying, asketh love : 

And in such asking rendereth bliss, to all that hear and answer. 

For love with life is heaven ; and life unloving, hell. 

Creature of God, his will is for thy weal, eternally progressing; 

Fear not to trust a Maker's love, nor a Saviour's ransom : 

He drank for all, — for thee, and me, — the poison of our deeds : 

We shall not die, but live, — and, of his grace, we love ! 

For, in the mysteries of Mercy, the One fore-knowing Spirit 

Outstrippeth reason's halting choice, and winneth men to Him : 

Who shall sound the depths ? who shall reach the heights ? 

Freedom, in the gyves of fate ; and sovereignty, reconciled with justice 

fr then, as annihilate by sin, the soul was ever forfeit, 
Godhead paid the mighty price, the pledge hath been redeemed : 
He, from the waters of Oblivion raised the drowning race. 
Lifting them even to Himself, the baseless Rock of Ages. 
None can escape from Adam's guilt, or second Adam's guerdon : 
Sin and death are thine ; thine also is interminable being: 
Let it be even as thou wilt, still are we ransomed from nonentity. 
The worlds of bliss and woe are peopled with immortals : 
And ruin is thy blame ; for thou, the worst, art free 
To take from Heaven the grace of love, as the gift of life : 
Yet is not remedy thy praise ; for thou, the best, art bound 
Fn self, and sin, and darkling sloth, until He break the chain : 
None can tell, without a struggle, if that chain be broken ; 
Strive to-day, — one effort more may prove that thou art free ! 
Here is faith and prayer, here is the Grace and the Atonement, 



96 lUlOVERBlAL PHILOSOPHY. [series ii 

Here is the creature feeling for its God, and the prodigal returning to his 

Father. 
But, behold, His reasonable children, standing in just probation, 
With ears to hear, neglect ; with eyes to see, refuse : 
They will not have the blessing with the life, the blessing that enricheth 

immortality; 
And look for pleasures out of God, for heaven in life alone ; 
So, they snatch that awful prize, existence void of love, 
And in their darkening exile make a needful hell of self. 

Therefore fear, thou sinner, lest the huge blessing, Immortality, 

Be blighted in thine evil to a curse, — it w^ere better he had not been born ; 

Therefore hope, thou saint, for the gift of immortality is free; 

Take and live, and live in love ; fear not, thou art redeemed ! 

The happy life, that height of hope, the knowledge of all good. 

This is the blessing on obedience, obedience the child of faith : 

The miserable hfe, that depth of all despair, the knowledge of all evil, 

This is the curse upon impenitence, impenitence that sprung of unbelief. 

God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love in all he doeth. 

Love, a brilliant fire, to gladden or consume: 

The wicked work their woe by looking upon love, and hating it : 

The righteous find their joys in yearning on its loveliness forever. 

Who shall imagine Immortality, or picture its illimitable prospect ? 
How feebly can a faltering tongue express the vast idea! 
For consider the primeval w^oods that bristle over bread Australia, 
And count their autumn leaves, millions multiplied by millions; 
Thence look up to a moonless sky from a sleeping isle of the ^gscan. 
And add to those leaves yon starry host, sparkling on the midnight 

numberless ; 
Thence traverse an Arabia, some continent of eddying sand. 
Gather each grain, let none escape, add them to the leaves and to the stais, 
Afterwards gaze upon the sea, the thousand leagues of an Atlantic, 
Take drop by drop, and add their sum to the grains, and leaves and stars; 
The drops of ocean, the desert sands, the leaves, and stars innumerable, 
(Albeit, in that multitude of multitudes, each small unit were an age,) 
All might reckon for an instant, a transient flash of Time, 



SERIES II.] OF IMMORTALITY. 97 

Compared with this intolerable blaze, the measureless enduring of Eter- 
nity ! 

grandest gift of the Creator, — largess worthy of a God,- 
Who shall grasp that thrilling thought, life and joy for ever .'• 
For the sun in heaven's heaven is Love that cannot change, 
And the shining of that sun is life, to all beneath its beams : 
Who shall arrest it in the firmament, — or drag it from its sphere ? 
Or bid its beauty smile no more, but be extinct for ever ? 
Yea, where God hath given, none shall take away, 
Nor build up limits to his love, nor bid his bounty cease ; 
Wide, as space is peopled, endless as the empire of heaven. 
The river of the w^ater of hfe floweth on in majesty for ever ! 

Why should it seem a thing impossible to thee, man of many doubts. 

That God shall wake the dead, and give this mortal immortality ? 

Is it that such riches are unsearchable, the bounty too profuse ? 

And yet, what ^Ift, to cease or change, is worthy q( the King Almighty? 

For remember the moment thou art not, thou mightest as well not have 

been ; 
A millennium and an hour are equal in the gulf of that desolate abyss, 

annihilation : 
If Adam had existed till to-day, and to-day had perished utterly. 
What were his gain in the length of a life, that hath passed away for 

ever ? 
No tribute of thanks can exhale from the empty censer of nonentity; 
The Giver, with his gift reclaimed, is mulcted of all praise. 

Tell me, ye that strive in vain to cramp and dwarf the sotil. 

Wherefore should it cease to be, and when shall essence die ? 

It js, — and therefore shall be, — till just obstacle opposeth : 

Show no cause for change, and reason leaneth to continuance. 

The body verily shall change ; this curious house we live in 

Never had continuing stay, but changeth every instant : 

But the spiritual tenant of the house abideth in unalterable consciousness, 

He may fly to many lands, but cannot flee himself : 

The soil wherein ye drop the seed, by suns or rains may vary; 



M PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series ii. 

But the seed is the same ; and soul is the seed ; and flesh but its anchor- 
ao;e to earth. 

The machine may be broken, and rust corrode the springs : but can rust 
feed on motion ? 

Worms may batten on the brain : but can worms gnaw the mind ? 

Dynamics are, and dwell apart, though matter be not made ; 

Spirit is, and can be separate, though a body were not : 

Power is one, be it lever, screw, or wedge ; but it needeth these for illus- 
tration : 

Mind is one, be it casual or ideal ; but it is shown in these. 

The creature is constructed individual, for trial of his reasonable will, 

Clay and soul, commingled wisely, mingled not confused : 

As power is not in the spring, till somewhat give it action. 

So, until spirit be infused, the organism lieth inergetic. 

Or shalt thou say that mind is the delicate offspring of matter, 

The bright consummate flower that must perish with its leaf ? 

Go to : doth weight breed lightness ? is freedom the atmosphere of prisons ? 

When did the body elevate, expand, and bud the mind ? 

Lo, a red-hot cinder flung from the furnaces of j^tna, — 

There is fire in that ash ; but did the pumice make it ? 

Nay, cold clod, never canst thou generate a flame. 

Nay, most exquisite machinery, nevermore elaborate a mind ; 

Rather do ye battle and contend, opposite the one to the other ; 

Till God shall stop the strife, and call the body colleague. 

Garment of flesh, and art thou then a vest, so tinged with subtle poison, 

(Maddening tunic of the centaur,) as to kill the soul ^ 

Not so : fruit of disobedience, rot in dissolution, as thou must, — 

The seed is in the core, its germ is safe, and life is in that germ : 

Moreover, Marah shall be sweetened ; and a Good Physician 

Yet shall heal those gangrene wounds, the spotted plague of sm : 

He, through worldly trials, and the separative cleansing of the grave. 

Shall change its corruptible to glory, and wash that garment white. 

Still, is the whisper in thy heart, that oftenest the bed of death 



SERIES ii.j OF IMMORTALITY. 99 



Seemeth but a sluggish ebb, of sinking soul and body ? 

Mind, dwelling long-time sensual in the chambers of the flesh, 

May slumber on in conscious sloth, and wilfully be dulled : 

But is it therefore nigh to dissolution, even as the body of this death? 

Ask the stricken conscience, gasping out its terrors ; 

A^k the dying miser, loth to leave his gold ; 

Ask the widowed poor, confiding her fatherless to strangers; 

Ask the martyr-maid, a broken reed so strong. 

That weak and tortured frame, with triumph on its brow^ ! — 

thou gainsayer, the finger of disease may seem to reach the soul. 

But it is a spiritual touch, sympathy w^ith that which aileth ; 

Pain or fear may dislocate and shatter this delicate machinery of nerves , 

But madness proveth mind : the fault is in the engine, not the impetus : 

Dissipate the mists of matter, lo, the soul is clear : 

Timour's cage bowed it in the dust ; but now it goeth forth a freeman. 

Yet more, there is reason in moralities, that the soul must live : 

If God be king in heaven, or have care for earth, 

Can w^ickedness have triumphed with impunity, or virtue toiled unseen? 

Shall cruelty torture unavenged, and the innocent complain unheard ? 

Is there no recompense for w^oe, — must there be no other world for 

justice, — 
No hope in setting suns of good, nor terror for the evil at its zenith r 
How shall ye make answer unto this ; a just God prospering iniquity. 
Wisdom encouraging the foolish, and Goodness abetting the depraved ? 

Yet again ; mine erring brother, pardon this abundance of my speech. 

Yield me thy candour and thy charity, listening with a w^elcome : 

For, even now, a thousand thoughts are trooping to my theme ; 

mighty theme, feeble thoughts ! Alas, who is sufficient ? 

Judge not so high a cause by these poor words alone. 

For lo, the advocate hath little skill : pardon, and, pass on : 

Certify thyself with surer proofs ; fledge thine own mind for flight ; 

Think, and pray ; those better proofs shall follow on with holy a^pira.ti(>ii. 

Yet, in my humbler grade to help thy weal and comfort. 

Thy weal for this and higher worlds, and comfort in thy sickness^ 

Suffer the multitude of fancies, walking with me still in love ; 



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But tread in fear, it is holy ground, — remember Immortality : 

Wilt thou argue from infirmities, thuie ahject evil state, 
* As how should stricken wretched man indeed exist for ever : 
The brutal and besotted, the savage and the slave, the sucking infant and 

the idiot. 
The mass of mean and common minds, and all to be immortal ? 
Consider every beginning, how small it is and feeble : 
Ganges, and the rolling Mississippi, sprung of brooks among the moun- 

tains ; 
That yew-tree of a thousand years was once a little seed ; 
And Nero's marble Rome, a shepherd's mudbuilt hovel : 
A speck is on the tropic sky, and it groweth to the terrible tornado ; 
An apple, all too fair to see, destroyed a world of souls : 
A tender babe is born, — it is Attila, scourge of the nations ! 
A seeming malefactor dieth, — it is Jesus, the Saviour of men ! 

And hive not in thy thoughts the vain and wordy notion 
That nothing which was born in time, can tire out the footsteps of Infinity 
Reckon up a sum in numbers; where shall progression stop ? 
The starting-post is definite and fixed, but w^hat is the goal of numeration ? 
So, begin upon a moment, and when shall being end ? 
Souls emanate from God, to travel with him equally for ever. 
Moreover, thou that objectest the unenterable circle of eternity. 
That none but He from everlasting can endure, as to a future everlasting. 
Consider, may it be impossible that creatures were counted in their Maker, 
And so that the confines of eternity are filled by God alone ? 
Trust not thy soul upon a fancy : who would freight a bubble with a dia- 
mond, 
And launch that priceless gem on the boiling rapids of a cataract ? 

If then we perish not at death, but walk in spirit through the darkness, 
Waiting for a mansion incorruptible, whereof this body is the seed. 
Tell me, when shall be the period? time and its ordeals are done; 
The storms are passed, the night is at an end, behold the Sabbath morning. 
Is Death to be conqueror again, and claim once more the victory, — 
Can the enemy's corpse awaken into life, and bruise the Champion's head? 



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Evil, terrible ensample, that foil to the attributes of Good, 

Is banished to its own black world, weeded out of earth and heaven : 

Shall that great gulf be passed, and sin be sown again .'' — 

We know but this, the book of truth proclaimeth gladly, Never ! 

There remaineth the will of our God : when he repenteth of his creature 
Made by self-suggesled mercy, ransomed by self-sacrificing justice, — 
When Truth, that swore unto his neighbour, disappointeth him, and 

cleaveth to ^. lie, — 
When the counsels of Wisdom are confounded, and Love warreth with 

itself. 
When the Unchangeable is changed, and the arm of Omnipotence is broken, — 
Then, — thy quenchless soul shall have reached the goal of its existence. 

But it seemeth to thy notions of the merciful and just, a false and fearful 
thing. 

To lay such a burden upon time, that eternity be built on its foundation : 

As if so casual good or ill should colour all the future, 

And the vanity of accident, or sternness of necessity, save or wreck a 
soul. 

Were it casual, vam, or stern, this might pass for truth : 

But all things are marshalled by Design, and carefully tended by Benevo- 
lence. 

O man, thy Judge is righteous, — noting, remembering, and weighing; 

Want, ignorance, diversities of state, are cast into the balance of advantage: 

The poisonous example of a parent asketh for allowance in a child ; 

Care, diseases, toils, and frailties, — all things are considered. 

And again, a mysterious Omniscience knoweth the spirits that are His, 

While the delicate tissues of Event are woven by the fingers of Ubiquity. 

Should Providence be taken by surprise from the possible impinging of an 
accident. 

One fortuitous grain might dislocate the banded universe : 

The merest seeming trifle is ordered as the morning light ; 

And he that rideth on the hurricane, is pilot of the bubble on the breaker 

Once more, consider Matter, — how small a thing is father to the greatest : 
Thou that lisihtlv hast reo;arded the results of so called accident. 



102 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [sebies ii. 

A blade of grass took fire in the sun, — and the prairies are burnt to the 

horizon : 
A grain of sand may blind the eye, and madden the brain to murder . 
A careful fly deposited its egg in the swellmg bud of an acorn, — 
The sapling grew, — cankrous and gnarled, — it is yonder hollow oak: 
A child touched a spring, and the spring closed a valve, and the labouring 

engine burst, — 
A thousand lives were in that ship, — wrecked by an infant's finger ! 
Shall nature preach in vain ? — thy casualty, guided in its orbit. 
Though less than a mote upon the sunbeam, saileth in a fleet of worlds ; 
That trivial cause, watered and observed of the Husbandman day by day. 
In calm undeviating strength doth work its large efTect. 
Thus, in the pettiness of life note thou seeds of grandeur, 
And watch the hour-glass of Time with the eyes of an heir of Immortality. 

There still be clouds of witnesses, — if thou art not weary of my speech, — 

Flocks of thoughts adding lustre to the light, and pointing. on to Life. 

For reflect how Truth and Goodness, well and wisely put. 

Commend themselves to every mind with wondrous intuition : 

What is this ? the recognition of a standard, unwritten, natural, uniform ; 

Telling of one common source, the root of Good and True. 

And if thus present soul can trace descent from Deity, 

Being, as it standeth, individual, a separate reasonable thing, 

What should hinder that its hope may not trace gladly forward. 

And, in astounding parallel, like Enoch walk with God ? 

Yea, the genealogy of soul, that vivifying breath of a Creator, 

Breath, no transient air, but essence, energy, and reason. 

Is looming on the past, and shadowing the future, sublimely as Mel- 

chisedek of old. 
Having not beginning, nor end of days, but present in the majesty of 

Peace : 

O false scholar, credulous in vanities, and only sceptical of truth, 
Wherefore toil to cheat thy soul of its birthright. Immortality ? 
Is it for thy guilt ? He pardoneth : is it for thy frailty ? He will help : 
Though thou fearest, He is love ; and Mercy shall be deeper than 
Despair . 



OF IMMORTALITY. 102 



Even for thy full-blown pride, is it much to be receiver of a God ? 

And lo, thy rights, He made thee ; thy claims, He hath redeemed. 

Hath the fair aspect of affection no beauty that thou shouldst desire it? 

And are those sorrows nothing to thee that passest by ? 

For it is Fact, immutable, that God hath dwelt in Man ; 

With gentle generous love ennobling while He bought us. 

What, though thou art false, ignorant, weak, and daring, — 

Can the sun be quenched in heaven — or only Belisarius be blind ? 

But, even stooping to thy folly, grant all these hopes are vain ; 

Stultify reason, wTestle against conscience, and wither up the heart. 

Where is thy vast advantage ? — I have all that thou hast. 

The buoyancy of life as strong, and term of days no shorter; 

My cup is full with gladness, — my griefs are not more galling; 

And thus, we walk together, even to the gates of death ; 

There, (if not also on my journey, blessing every step, 

Gladdening w4th light, and quickening with love, and killing all my cares,) 

There, — while thou art quailing, or sullenly expecting to be nothing, — 

There, — is found my gain, — I triumph, wTiere thou tremblest. 

Grant all my solace is a lie, yet it is a fountain of delight, 

A spice in every pleasure, and a balm for every pain : 

precious wise delusion, scattering both misery and sin, — 

vile and silly truth, depraving while it curseth I 

Darkling child of knowledge, commune with Socrates and Cicero, 

They had no prejudice of birth, no dull parental warpings ; 

See, those lustrous minds anticipate the dawning day, — 

Whilst thou, poor mole, art burrowing back to darkness from the light. 

1 will not urge a revelation, mercies, miracles, and martyrs. 
But, after twice a thousand years, go, learn thou of the pagan : 

It were happier and wiser even among fools, to cling to the shadow of 

a hope, 
Than, in the company of sages, to win the substance of despair : 
But here, the sages hope ; — despair is with the fools, 
The base bad hearts, the stolid heads, the sensual, and the selfish 

And vviit thou, sorry scorner, mock the phrase, despair ? 



104 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPIIV. [series ii 

Despair for those who die and live, — for me, I live and die : 

What have I to do with dread ? my taper must go out ; — 

I nurse no silly hopes, and therefore feel no fears: 

I am hastening to an End. — false and feeble answer : 

For hope is in thee still, and fear, — a racking deep anxiety. 

Erring brother, listen : and take thine answer from the ancients: 

Consider every end, that it is but the end of a beginning. 

All things work in circles: weariness induceth unto rest. 

Rest mvigorateth labour, and labour causeth weariness: 

War produceth peace, and peace is wanton unto war ; 

Light dieth into darkness, and night dawneth into day : 

The rotting jungle reeds scatter fertility around ; 

The buffalo's dead carcass hath quickened life in millions ; 

The end of toil is gain, Ihe end of gain is pleasure. 

Pleasure tendeth unto waste, and waste commandeth toil. 

So, is death an end, — but it breedeth an infinite beginning; 

Limits are for time, and death killed time; Eternity's beginning is for 

ever. 
Ambition, hath it any goal indeed ? is not all fruition, disappointment ? 
A step upon the ladder, and another, and another, — we start from every 

end: 
Look to the eras of mortality ; babe, student, man. 
The husband, the father, the deathbed of a saint, — and is it then an end ? 
That common climax. Death, shall it lead to nothing ? 
How strong a root of causes, flowering a consequence of vapour : 
That solid chain of facts, is it snapped for ever ? 
How stout a show of figures, w^eakly summing to nonentity. 

Or haply, Death, in the doublings of thy thought, shall seem continuous 

ending: 
A dull eternal slumber, not an end abrupt. 
most futile chrysalis, wherefore dost thou sleep ? 
Dreamless, unconscious, never to awake, — what object in such slumber? 
If thou art still to live, it may as well be wakefully as sleeping : 
How grovelling must that s])irit be, to need eternal sleep ; 
Or was indeed the toil of life so heavy and so long. 



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That nevermore can rest refresh thine overburdened soul ■' 
Sleep is a recreance to body, but when w^as mind asleep .'' 
Even in a swoon it dreameth, though all be forgotten afterward : 
The muscles seek relaxing, and the irritable nerves ask peace ; 
But life is a constant force, spirit an unquietable impetus : 
The eye may wear out as a telescope, and the brain work slow" as a ma- 
chine, 
But soul, unwearied, and for ever, is capable of effort unimpaired. 

I live, move, am conscious : what shall bar my being ? 

Where is the rude hand, to rend this tissue of existence ? 

Not thine, shadowy Death, what art thou but a phantom? 

Not thine, foul Corruption, what art thou but a fear? 

For death is merely absent life, as darkness absent light ; 

Not even a suspension, for the life hath sailed away, steenng gladly 

somew^here. 
And corruption, closely noted, is but a dissolving of the parts, 
The parts remain, and nothing lost, to build a better whole. 
Moreover, mind is unity, however versatile and rapid ; 
Thou canst not entertain tw^o coincident ideas, although they quickly 

follow : 
And Unity hath no parts, so that there is nothing to dissolve ; 
And element is still unchanged in every searching solvent. 
Who then shall bid me be annulled,— He that gave me being? 
Amen, if God so w^ill ; I know that will is love : 
But love hath promised life, and therefore I shall live ; 
So long as He is God, I shall be his Creature ! 

And here, shrewd reasoner, so eager to prove that thou must perish, 
1 note a sneer upon thy lip, and ridicule is haply on thy tongue : 
How, said he^ — creature of a God, and are not all his creatures, — 
The lion, and the gnat, — yea, the mushroom, and the crystal, — have all 

these a soul ? 
Thy fancies tend to prove too much, and overshoot the mark: 
If I die not with brutes, then brutes must live w^ith me ? — 
I dare not tell thee that they will, for the w^ord is not in my coaimission : 



106 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY [series ii- 

But of the twain it is the likelier; continuance is the chance: 

Men, dying in their sins, are likened unto beasts that perish ; 

They are dark, animal, insensate, but have they not a lurking soul ? 

The spirit of a man goeth upward, reasonable, apprehending God; 

The spirit of a beast goeth downward, sensual, doting on the creature: 

Who told thee they die at dissolution ? boldly think it out. — 

The multitude of flies, and the multitude of herbs, the world with all its 

beings : 
Is Infinity too narrow, Omnipotence too w^eak, and Love so anxious to 

destroy ? 
Doth Wisdom change its plan, and a Maker cancel his created ? 
God's will may compass all things, to fashion and to nullify at pleasure : 
Yet are there many thoughts of hope, that all which are shall live. 
True, there is no conscience in the brute, beyond some educated habit, 
They lay them down without a fear, and wake without a hope : 
Hunger and pain is of the animal ; but when did they reckon or compare ? 
They live, idealess, in instinct ; and while they breathe they gain : 
The master is an idol to his dog, who cannot rise beyond him ; 
And void of capability for God, there would seem small cause for an 

infinity. 
Therefore, caviller, my poor thoughts dare not grant they live : 
But is it not a great thing to assume their annihilation — and thine own ? 
Would it be much if a speck on space, this globe with all its millions, 
Verily, after its pollution, were suffered to exist in purity ? 
Or much, if guiltless creatures, that were cruelly entreated upon earth, 
Found some commensurate reward in iower joys hereafter ? 
Or, much, if a Creator, prodigal of life, and filled with the profundity of 

love. 
Rejoice in all creatures of his skill, and lead them to perfection in their 

kind ? 
man, there are many marvels; yet life is more a mystery than death : 
For death may be some stagnant life, — but life is present God ! 

Many are the lurking holes of evil ; who shall search them out .? 
Who so skilled to cut away the cancer with its fibres } 
For wily minds with sinuous ease escape from lie to lie ; 
And cowards driven from the trench steal back to hide again. 



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Vain were the battle, if a warrior, having slain his foes. 

Shall turn and find Ihem vital still, unharmed, yea unashamed : 

For Error, dark magician, daily cast out killed, 

Quickeneth animate anew beneath the midnight moon : 

Once and again, once and again, hath reason answered wisely ; 

But not the less with brazen front doth folly urge her questions. 

It were but unprofitable toil, a stand- up fight with unbelief: 

When was there candour in a caviller, and who can satisfy the faithless ? 

Too long, truant from the fold, have 1 tracked thy devious paths : 

Too long, treacherous deserter, fought thee as a noble foeman ; 

Haply, my small art, and an arm too weakly for its weapon. 

Hath failed to pierce thine iron coat, and reach thy stricken soul : 

Haply, the fervour of my speech, and too patient sifting of thy fancies, 

Shall tend to make thee prize them more, as worthier and wiser: 

Go to : be mine the gain : we measure swords no more : 

Go, — and a word go with thee, — Man, thou art Immortal ! 

Child of light, and student in the truth, too long have I forgotten 

thee : 
Lo, after parley with an alien, let me hold sweet converse with a 

brother. 
Glorious hopes, and iaeffable imaginings, crowd our holy theme. 
Fear hath been slaughtered on the portal, and Doubt driven back to 

darkness : 
For Christ hath died, and we in Him ; by faith His all is ours, — 
Cross and crown, and love, and life ; and we shall reign in Him ! 
Yea, there is a fitness and a beauty in ascribing immortality to mind, 
That its energies and lofty aspirations may have scope for indefinite ex- 
pansion. 
To learn all things is privilege of reason, and that with a growing 

capability, 
But in this age of toil and time we scarce attain to alphabets : 
How hardly in the midst of our hurry, and jostled by the cares of life. 
Shall a man turn and stop to consider mighty secrets ; 
With barely hours, and barely powers, to fill up daily duties. 
How small the glimpse of knowledge his wondering eye can catch. 
And knowleds^e is a notina: of the order wherein God's attributes evolve. 



108 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY- [series ii 



Therefore worthy of the creature, worthy of an angel's seeking ; 

Yea, and human knowledge, meagre though the harvest, 

Hath its roots, both deep and strong ; but the plants are exotic to tlie 

climate ; 
All we seem to know demand a longer learning. 
History, and science, and prophecy, and art, are workings all of 

God: 
And there are galaxies of globes, millions of unimagined beings, 
Other senses, wondrous sounds, and thoughts of thrilling fire. 
Powers of strange might, quickening unknown elements. 
And attributes and energies of God which man may never guess. 

Not in vain, brother, hath soul the spurs of enterprise. 

Nor aimlessly panteth for adventure, waiting at the cave of mystery: 

Not in vain the cup of curiosity, sweet and richly spiced, 

Is ruby to the sight, and ambrosia to the taste, and redolent with all 

fragrance : 
Thou shalt drink, and deeply, filling the mind with marvels; 
Thou shalt watch no more, lingering, disappointed of thy hope : 
Thou shalt roam where road is none, a traveller untrammelled. 
Speeding at a wish, emancipate, to where the stars are suns ! 

Count, count your hopes, heirs of immortality and love ; 

And hear my kindred faith, and turn again to bless me. 

For lo, my trust is strong to dwell in many worlds. 

And cull of many brethren there, sweet knowledge ever new : 

I yearn for realms where fancy shall be filled, and the ecstacies ol Iree- 

dom shall be felt. 
And the soul reign gloriously, risen to its royal destinies : 
I look to recognise again, through the beautiful mask of their per- 
fection, 
The dear familiar faces I have somewhile loved on earth : 
I long to talk with grateful tongue of storms and perils past. 
And praise the mighty Pilot that hath steered us through the rapids: 
He shall be the focus of it all, the very heart of gladness, — 
My soul is athirst for God, the God who dwelt in Man ! 
Prophet, priest, and king, the sacrifice, the substitute, the Saviour, 



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Rapture of the blessed in the hunted one of earth, the pardoner in the 

victim : 
How many centuries of joy concentrate in that theme, 
How often a Methusalem might count his thousand years, and leave it 

unexhausted. 
And lo the heavenly Jerusalem, with all its gates one pearl. 
That pearl of countless price, the door by which we entered, — 
Come, tread the golden streets, and join that glorious throng, 
The happy ones of heaven and earth, ten thousand times ten thousand : 
Hark, they sing that song, — and cast their crowns before Him ; 
Their souls alight with Love, — Glory, and Praise, and Immortality ! 
Veil thine eyes: no son of time may see that holy vision. 
And even the seraph at thy side hath covered his face with wings 

Doth he not speak parables ? — each one goeth on his way, 

Ye that hear, and I that counsel, go on our ways forgetful. 

For the terrible realities whereto we tend, are hidden from our eyes, 

We know but heed them not, and walk as if the temporal were all things. 

Vanities buzzing on the ear, fill its drowsy chambers. 

Slow to dread those coming fears, the thunder and the trumpet ; 

Motes streaming on the sight, dim our purblind eyes. 

Dark lo see the ponderous orb of nearing Immortality : 

Hemmed in by hostile foes, the trifler is busied on an epigram ; ('^) 

The dull ox, driven to slaughter, careth but for pasture by the way. 

Alas, that the precious things of truth, and the everlasting hills, 

The mighty hopes we spake of, and the consciousness we feel, — 

Alas, that all the future, and its adamantine facts. 

Clouded by the present with intoxicating fumes, — 

Should seem even to us, the great expectant heirs, 

To us, the responsible and free, fearful sons of reason, 

Only as a lovely song, sweet sounds of solemn music, 

A pleasant voice, and nothing more, — doth he not speak parables 1 

Look to thy soul, man, for none can be surety lor his brother: 
Behold, for heaven — or for hell, — thou canst not escape from Immortality ! 



or IDEAS. 



Mind is like a volatile essence, flitting hither and thither, 

A solitary sentinel of the fortress body, to show himself every where by 

turns : 
Mind is indivisible and instant, with neither parts nor organs, 
That it doeth, it doth quickly, but the whole mind doth it: 
An active versatile agent, untiring in the principle of energy. 
Nor space, nor time, nor rest, nor toil, can affect the tenant of the brain; 
His dwelling may verily be shattered, and the furniture thereof be disar- 
ranged, 
But the particle of Deity in man slumbereth not, neither can be wearied : 
However swift to change, even as the field of a kaleidoscope. 
It taketh in but one idea at once, moulded for the moment to its likeness • 
Mind is as the quicksilver, which, poured from vessel to vessel. 
Instantly seizeth on a shape, and as instantly again discardeth it; 
For it is an apprehensive power, closing on the properties of Matter, 
Expanding to enwrap a world, collapsing to prison up an atom : 
As, by night, thine irritable eyes may have seen strange changing figures. 
Now a wheel, now suddenly a point, a line, a curve, a zigzag, 
A maze ever altering, as the dance of gnats upon a sunbeam. 
Swift, intricate, neither to be prophesied, nor to be remembered in suc- 
cession. 
So, the mind of a man, single, and perpetually moving, 
Flickereth about from thought to thought, changed with each idea, 
For the passing second metamorphosed to the image of that within its ken, 
And throwing its immediate perceptions into each cause of contemplation. 
It shall regard a tree ; and unconsciously, in separate review. 



SERIES II.] OF IDEAS. 11 . 

Embrace its colour, shape, and use, whole and individual conceptions; 
It shall read or hear of crime, and cast itself into the commission ; 
It shall note a generous deed, and glow for a moment as the doer; 
It shall imagine pride or pleasure, treading on the edges of temptation ; 
Or heed of God and of his Christ, and grow transformed to glory. 

Wherefore, it is wise and well to guide the mind aright, 

That its aptness may be sensitive to good, and shrink with antipathy from 

evil : 
For use will mould and mark it, or nonusage dull and blunt it ; — 
So to talk of spirit by analogy with substance ; 
And analogy is a truer guide, than many teachers tell of, 
Similitudes are scattered round, to help us, not to hurt us ; 
Moses, in his every type, and the Greater than a Moses, in his parables. 
Preach in terms that all may learn, the philosophic lessons of analogy,* 
And here, in a topic immaterial, the likeness of analogy is just ; 
By habits, knit the nerves of mind, and train the gladiator shrewdly: 
For thought shall strengthen thinking, and imagery speed imagination. 
Until thy spiritual inmate shall have swelled to the giant of Otranto. 

Nevertheless, heed well, that this Athlete, growing in thy brain, 

Be a wholesome Genius, not a cursed Afrite: 

And see thou discipline his strength, and point his aim discreetly ; 

Feed him on humility and holy things, weaned from covetous desires; 

Hour by hour and day by day, ply him with ideas of excellence. 

Dragging forth the evil but to loathe, as a Spartan's drunken Helot: 

And win, by gradual allurements, the still expai ding soul. 

To rise from a contemplated universe, even to the Hand that made it 

A common mind perceiveth not beyond his eyes and ears : 

The palings of the park of sense enthral this captured roebuck : 

And still, though fettered in the flesh, he doth not feel his chains. 

Externals are the world to him, and circumstance his atmosphere. 

Therefore, tangible pleasures are enough for the animal-man ; 

He is swift to speak^and slow to think, dreading his own dim conscience ; 

And solitude is terrible, and exile worse than death, 

He cannot dwell apart, nor breathe at a distance from the crowd 



112 PROVERBIAL PHILOSC^PIIY. [seriks ii. 

But minds of nobler stamp, and chiefest the mint-marked of heaven, 
Walk independent by themselves, freely manumitted of externals: 
They carry viands with them, and need no refreshment by the way, 
Nor drink of other wells than their own inner fountain. 
Strange shall it seem how little such a man will lean upon the accidents 

of life. 
He is winged, and needeth not a staff; if it break, — he shall not fall 
And lightly perchance doth he remember the stale trivialities around him, 
He liveth in the realm of thought, beyond the world of things: 
These are but transient Matter, and himself enduring Spirit: 
And w^orldlmess will laugh to scorn that sublimated wisdom. 
His eyes may open on a prison-cell, but the bare walls glow with imagery ; 
His ears may be filled wuth execration, but are listening to the music of 

sw^eet thoughts; 
He may dv/ell in a hovel with a hero's heart, and canopy his penury with 

peace, 
For mind is a kingdom to the man, who gathereth his pleasure from Ideas 



OF NAMES. 



Ad^jvi gave the name, when the Lord had made his creature, 

For God led them in review, to see what man would call them . 

As they struck his senses, he proclaimed their sounds, 

A name for the distinguishing of each, a numeral by which it should be 
known : 

He specified the partridge by her cry, and the forest prowler by his 
roarmg, 

The tree by its use, and the liower by its beauty, and every thmg accord- 
ing to its truth. 

There is an arbitrary name ; where unto the idea attacheth , 

And there is a reasonable name, linking its fitness to idea: 

Yet shall these twain run in parallel courses, 

Neither shalt thou readily discern the habit from the nature. 

For mind is apt and quick to wed ideas and names together, 

Nor stoppeth its perception to be curious of priorities; 

And there is but little in the sound, as some have vainly fancied. 

The same tone in different tongues shall be suitable to opposite ideas: 

Yea, take an ensample in thine own; consider similar words: 

How various and contrary the thoughts those kindred names produce : 

A house shall seem a fitting word to call a roomy dwelling, 

Yet there is a like propriety in the small smooth sound, a mouse:- 

Mountain, as if of a necessity, is a word both mighty and majestic, — 

What heed ye then of fountain ? — flowing silver in the sun. 

Many a fair flower is burdened with preposterous appellatives. 
Which the wiser simplicity of rustics entitled by its beauties ; 

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Ii4 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. LSeries ii 

And often the conceit of science, loving to be thought cosnnopolite, 
Shall mingle names of every clime, alike obscure to each. 
There is wisdom in calling a thing fitly; name should note particulars 
Through a character obvious to all men, and worthy of their instant 

acceptation. 
The herbalist had a simple cause for every word upon his catalogue. 
But now the mouth of Botany is filled with empty sound ; 
And many a peasant hath an answer on his tongue, concerning some vexed 

flower. 
Shrewder than the centipede phrase wherewithal philosophers invest it. 

For that, the foolishness of pride, and flatteries of cringing homage, 
Strew with chaff the threshing-floors of science; names perplex them all, 
The entomologist, who hath pried upon an insect, straightway shall endow 

it with his name ; 
It had many qualities and marks of note, — but m chief, a vain observer : 
The geographer shall journey to the pole, through biting frost and 

desolation. 
And, for some simple patron's sake, shall name that land, the happy : 
The fossilist hath found a bone, the rib of some huge lizard. 
And forthwith standeth to it sponsor, to tack himself on reptile im 

mortalities : 
The sportsman, hunting at the Cape, found some strange-horned an- 
telope. 
The spots are new, the fame is cheap, and so his name is added. 
Thus, obscurities encumber knowledge, even by the vanity of men 
Who play into each other's hand the game of giving names. 

Various are the names of men, and drawn from diflerent wells; 
Aspects of body, or chamcters of mind, the creature's first idea: 
And some have sprung of trades, and some of dignities or office ; 
Other some added to a father's, and yet more growing from a place : 
Animal creation, with sciences and things, — their composites, and near 

associations, 
Contributed their symbollings of old, wherewith to title men : 
And heraldry set upon its cresture tlie figured attributes as ensigns 
By which, as by a name concrete, its bearer should be known 



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Egypt opened on the theme, dressing up her gods in qualities; 

Horns of power, feathers of the swift, mitres of catholic dominion, 

The sovereign asp, the circle everlasting, the crook and thong of 

justice. 
By many mystic shapes and sounds displayed the idol's name. 
Thereafter, high-plumed warriors, the chief;ains of Etruria and Troy, 
And Xerxes, urging on his millions to the tomb of pride, Thermopylae, 
And Hiero with his bounding ships all figured at the prow, 
And Rome's Praetorian standards, piled with strange devices. 
And stout crusaders pressing to the battle, locke^l in shining steel, — 
These all in their speaking symbols, earned, or wore, a name. 
Eve, the mother of all living, and Abraham, father of a multitude, 
Jacob, the supplanter, and David the beloved, and all the worthies ot 

old time, 
Noah, who came for consolation, and Benoni, son of sorrow, 
Kings and prophets, children of the East, owned each his title of sig- 
nificance. 

There be names of high descent, and thereby storied honours ; 

Names of fair renown, and therein characters of merit: 

But to lend the lowborn noble names, is to shed upon them ridicule and 

evil ; 
Yea, many weeds run rank in pride, if men have dubbed them cedars. 
And to herald common mediocrity with the noisy rotes of fame, 
Tendeth to its deeper scorn ; as if it were to call the mole a mammoth. 
Yet shall ye find the trader's babe dignified with sounding titles. 
And little hath the father guessed the harm he did his child: 
For either may they breed him discontent, a peevish repining at his 

Station, 
Or point the finger of despite at the mule in the trappings of an 

elephant : 
And it is a kind of theft to filch appellations from the famous, 
A soiling of the shrines of praise with folly's vulgar herd. 
Prudence hath often gone ashamed for the name they added to his 

father's. 
If minds of mark and great achievements bore it well before ; 
For he walketh as the jay in the fable, though not by his own folly. 



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Another's fault hath compassed his misfortune, making him a martyr to 
his name. 

Who would call the tench a whale, or style a torch, Orion ? 

Yet many a silly parent hath dealt likewise with his nursling 

Give thy child a fit distinguishment, making him sole tenant of a 

name, 
For it were a sore hindrance to hold it in common with a hundred ; 
In the Babel of confused identities fame is liitle feasible, 
The felon shall detract from the philanthropist, and the sage share honours 

with the simple : 
Still, in thy title of distinguishment, fall not into arrogant assumption. 
Steering from caprice and affectations; and for all thou doest, have a 

reason. 
He that is ambitious for his son, should give him untried names. 
For those that have served other men, haply may injure by their evils; 
Or otherwise may hinder by their glories ; therefore set him by 

himself. 
To win for his individual name some clear specific praise. 
There were nine Homers, all goodly sons of song; but where is any 

record of the eight ? 
One grew to fame, an Aaron's rod, and swallowed up his brethren : (2*^) 
Who knoweth .? more distinctly titled, those dead eight had lr\-ed; 
But the censers were ranged in a circle, to mingle their sweets without a 

difTerence. 

Art thou named of a common crowd, and sensible of high aspirings.? 
It is hard for thee to rise, — yet strive : thou mayst be among them a 

Musaeus. 
Art thou named of a family, the same in successive generations ? 
It is open to thee still to earn for epithets, such an one, the good or great. 
Art thou named foolishly .' show that thou art wiser than thy fathers, 
Live to shame their vanity or sin by dutiful devotion to thy sphere. 
Art thou named discreetly ? it is well, the course is free ; 
No competitor shall claim thy colours, neither fix his faults upon thee: 
Hasten to the goal of fame between the posts of duty, 
And win a blessing from the world, that men mny love thy name; 



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Yea, that the unction of its praise, in fragrance well deserving. 

May float adown the stream of time, like ambergris at sea ; 

So thy sons may tell their sons, and those may teach their children, 

He died in goodness, as he lived ; — and left us his good name. 

And more than these : there is a roll whereon thy name is written ; 

See that, on the Book of Doom, that name is fixed in light : 

Then, safe within a better home, where time and its titles are not found, 

God will give thee his new Name, and write it on thy heart : 

A Name, better than of sons, a Name dearer than of daughters, 

A Name of union, peace and praise, as numbered in thy God. 



OF THINGS. 



Abstracted from all substance, and flying with the feathered flock of 

thoughts, 
The idea of a thing hath the nature of its Soul, a separate seeming 

essence : 
Intimately linked to the idea, suggesting many qualities. 
The name of a thing hath the nature of its Mind, an intellectual re- 
corder : 
And the matter of a thing, concrete, is a Body to the perfect creature, • 
Compacted three in one, as all things else within the Universe. 
Nothing canst thou add to them, and nothing take away, for all have 

these proportions, 
The thought, the word, the form, combining in the Thing: 
All sej)arate, yet harmonizing well, and mingled each w^ith other, 
One whole in several parts, yet each part spreading to a whole : 
The idea is a whole, and the meaning phrase that spake idea, a whole. 
And the matter, as ye see it, is a whole; the mystery of true tri-unity: 
Yea, there is even a deeper mystery, — which none, I wot, can fathom. 
Matter, different from properties whereby the solid substance is described. 
For, size and w^eight cohesion and the like, live distinct from matter, 
Yet who can image matter, unendowed with size and weight? 
As in the spiritual, so in the material, man must rest with patience. 
And wait for other eyes wherewith to read the books of GoJ. 

Men have talked learnedly of atoms, as if matter could be (^ver indivisible. 
They talk, but ill are skilled to teach, and darken truth by fancies: 
An atom by our grosser sense was never yet conceived, 

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And nothing can be thought so small, as not to be divided : 
For an atom runneth to infinity, and never shall be caught in space, 
And a molecule is no more indivisible than Saturn's belted orb. 
Things intangible, multiplied by multitudes, never will amass to substance, 
Neither can a thing which may be touched, be made of impalpable pro- 
portions ; 
The sum of indivisibles must needs be indivisible, as adding many 

nothings, 
And the building up of atoms into matter is but a silly sophism ; 
Lucretius, and keen Anaximander, and many that have followed in their 

thoughts, 
(For error hath a long black shadow, dimming light for ages,) 
In the foolishness of men without a God fancied to fashion Matter 
Of intangibles, and therefore uncohering, indivisibles, and therefore Spirit. 

Things breed thoughts; therefore at Thebes and Heliopolis, 
In hieroglyphic sculptures are the priestly secrets written ; 
Things breed thoughts; therefore was the Athens of idolatry 
Set with carved images, frequent as the trees of Academus ; 
Thing? breed thoughts ; therefore the Brahmin and the Burman 
With mythologic shapes adorn their coarse pantheon ; 
Things breed thoughts ; therefore the statue and the picture. 
Relics, rosaries, and miracles in act, quicken the Papist in his worship : 
Things breed thoughts ; therefore the lovers at their parting. 
Interchanged with tearful smiles the dear reminding tokens ; 
Things breed thoughts ; therefore, when the clansman met his foe. 
The blood-stained claymore in his hand revived the memories of ven- 
geance. 

Things teach with double force ; through the animal eye, and through 

the mind. 
And the eye catcheth in an instant, what the ear shall not learn within an 

hour. 
Thence is the potency of travel, the precious might of its advantages 
To compensate its dissipative harm, its toil and cost and danger. 
Ulysses, wandering to many shores, lived in many cities. 
And thereby learnt the minds of men, and stored his own more richly: 



120 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [bkries ii. 

Herodotus, the accurate and kindly, spake of that he saw. 

And reaped his knowledge on the spot, in fertile fields of Egypt : 

Lycurgus culled from every clime the golden fruits of justice ; 

And Plato roamed through foreign lands, to feed on truth in all. 

For travel, conversant with Things, bringeth them in contact with the 

mind; 
We breathe the wholesome atmosphere about ungarbled truth : 
Pictures of fact are painted on the eye, to decorate the house of intellect 
Rather than visions of fancy, filling all the chambers with a vapour. 
For, in ideas, the great mind will exaggerate, and the lesser extenuate 

truth : 
But in things the one is chastened, and the other quickened, to equality : 
And in Names, — though a property be told, rather than an arbitrary 

accident. 
Still shall the thought be vague or false, if none hath seen the Thing; 
For in Things the property with accident standeth in a mass concrete, 
These cannot cheat the sense, nor elude the vigilance of spirit. 
Travel is a ceaseless fount of surface education. 
But its wisdom will be simply superficial, if thou add not thoughts to 

things: 
Yet, aided by the varnish of society, things may serve for thoughts, 
Till many dullards that have seen the world shall pass for scholars: 
Because one single glance will conquer all descriptions, 
Though graphic, these left some unsaid, though true, these tended to 

some error. 
And the most witless eye that saw, had a juster notion of its object. 
Than the shrewdest mind that heard and shaped its gathered thoughts of 

Things. 



or FAITH. 



Confidence was bearer of the palm ; for it looked like conviction of 

desert : 
And where the strong is well assured, the weaker soon allow it. 
Majesty and beauty are commingled, in moving with immutable decision, 
And well may charm the coward hearts that turn and hide for fear. 
Faith, firmness, confidence, consistency, — these are well allied ; 
Yea, let a man press on in aught, he shall not lack of honour : 
For such an one seemeth as superior to the native instability of 

creatures : 
That he doeth, he doeth as a god, and men will marvel at his courage. 
Even in crimes, a partial praise cannot be denied to daring. 
And many fearless chiefs have won the friendship of a foe. 

Confidence is conqueror of men ; victorious both over them and m 

them ; 
The iron will of one stout heart shall make a thousand quail: 
A feeble dwarf, dauntlessly resolved, will turn the tide of battle, 
And rally to a nobler strife the giants that had fled: 
The tenderest child, unconscious of a fear, will shame the man to danger, 
And when he dared it, danger died, and faith had vanquished fear. 
Boldness is akin to power : yea, because ignorance is weakness. 
Knowledge with unshrinking might will nerve the vigorous hand : 
Boldness hath a startling strength ; the mouse may fright a lion, 
And oftentimes the horned herd is scared by some brave cur. 
Courage hath analogy with faith, for it standeth both in animal and 

moral ; 

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The true is mindful of a God. the false is stout in self : 

But true or false, the twain are faith ; and faith worketh wonders : 

Never was a marvel done upon the earth, but it had sprung of faith : 

Nothing noble, generoyus, or great, but faith was the root of the achieve- 
ment ; 

Nothing comely, nothing famous,, but its praise is faith. 

Leonidas fought in human faith, as Joshua in divine : 

Xenophon trusted to his skill, and the sons of Mattathias to their 
cause : (^') 

In faith Columbus found a path across those untried waters : 

The heroines of Arc and Saragossa foiight in earthly faith : 

Tell was strong, and Alfred great, and Luther wise, by faith ; 

Margaret by faith was valiant for her son, and Wallace mighty for his 
people : 

Faith in his reason made Socrates sublime, as faith in his science, 
Galileo : 

Ambassadors in faith are bold, and unreproved for boldness : 

Faith urged Fabius to delays, and sent forth Hannibal to Cannse : 

Caesar at the Rubicon, Miltiades at Marathon : both were sped by faith. 

r set not all in equal spheres : I number not the martyr with the patriot; 

I class not the hero with his horse, because the twain have courage ; 

But only for ensample and instruction, that all things stand by faith; 

Albeit faith of divers kinds, and varying in degrees. 

There is a faith towards men, and there is a faith towards God; 

The latter is the gold and the former is the brass; but both are sturdy 
metal : 

And the brass mingled with the gold floweth into rich Corinthian; 

A substance bright and hard and keen, to point Achilles' spear: 

So shalt thou stop the way against the foes that hem thee ; 

Trust in God, to strengthen man ; — be bold, for He doth help. 

Ykt more: for confidence in man, even to the worst and meanest, 
Hath power to overcome his ill, by charitable good. 
Fling thine unreserving trust even on the conscience of a culprit. 
Soon wilt thou shame him by thy faith, and he will melt and mend: 
The nest of thieves will harm thee not, if thou dost lear thee boldly; 
Boldly, yea and kindly, as relying on their honoiir: 



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For the hand so stout against aggression, is quite disarmed by charity ; 

And that warm sun will thaw the heart casehardened by long Irost. 

Treat men gently, trust them strongly, if thou wish their weal ; 

Or cautious doubts and bitter thoughts will tempt the best to toil thee 

Believe the well in sanguine hope, and thou shalt reap the better; 

But if thou deal with men so ill, thy dealings make them worse. 

Despair not of some gleams of good still lingering in the darkest. 

And among veterans in crime, plead thou as with their children : 

So astonied at humanities, the bad heart long estranged. 

Shall even weep to feel himself so little worth thy love ; 

In wholesome sorrow will he bless thee; yea, and in that spirit may 

repent ; 
Thus, wilt thou gain a soul, in mercy given to thy faith. 

Look aside to lack of faith, the mass of ills it bringeth ; 

All things treacherous, base, and vile, dissolving the brotherhood of men. 

Bonds break ; the cement hath lost its hold , and each is separate from 

other ; 
That which should be neighbourly and good, is cankered into bitterness 

and evil. 
thou serpent, fell Suspicion, coiling coldly round the heart, — 
thou asp of subtle Jealousy, stinging hotly to the soul, — 
distrust, reserve, and doubt, — what reptile shapes are here. 
Poisoning the garden of a world with death among its flowers ! 
No need of many words, the tale is easy to be told : 
A point will touch the truth, a line suggest the picture. 
For if, in thine own home, a cautious man and captious. 
Thou hintest at suspicion of a servant, thou soon wilt make a thief; 
Or if, too keen in care, thou dost evidently disbelieve thy child, 
Thou hast injured the texture of his honour, and smoothed to him the 

way of lying : 
Or if thou observest upon friends, as seeking thee selfishly for interest. 
Thou hast hurt their- kindliness to thee, and shalt be paid with scorn : 
Oi if, silly ones of m.arriage, your foul and foolish thoughts, 
Harshly misinterpreting in each the levity of innocence for sin, 
Shall pour upon the lap of home pain where once was pleasure. 
And mix contentions in the cup, that m.antled once with comforts. 



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Bitterly and justly shall ye rue the punishment due to unbelief; 
Ye trust not each the other, nor the mutual vows of God ; 
Take heed, for the pit may now be near, a pit of your own digging, — 
Faith abused tempteth unto crime, and doubt may make its monster 

Man verily is vile, but more in capability than action ; 

His sinfulness is deep, but his transgressions may be few, even from the 

absence of temptation : 
He is hanging in a gulf midway, but the air is breathable about him : 
Thrust him not from that slight hold, to perish in the vapours underneath, 
For, God pleadeth with the deaf, as having ears to hear, 
Christ speaketh to the dead, as those that are capable of living ; . 
And an evil teacher is that man, a tempter to much sin, 
Who looketh on his hearers with distrust, and hath no confidence in 

brethren. 
All may mend; and sympathies are healing; and reason hath its mtiuence 

with the worst; 
And in those worst is ample hope, if only thou have charity, and faith 

SoMEWHiLES have I watched a man exchanging the sobriety of faith. 

Old lamps for new, — even for fanatical excitements. 

He gained surface, but lost solidity; heat, in lieu of health; 

And still with swelling words and thoughts he scorned his ancient 

coldness : 
But, his strength was shorn as Samson's; he walked he knew not 

whither ; 
Doubt was on his daily path ; and duties showed not certain. 
Until, in an hour of enthusiasm, stung with secret fears. 
He pinned the safety of his soul on some false prophet's sleeve. 
And then, that sure word failed; and with it, failed his faith; 
It failed, and fell; deep and dreadful was his fall in faith. 
He could not stop, with reason's rein, his coursers on the slope. 
And so they dashed him down the cliff of hardened unbelief. 
With overreaching grasp he had strained for visionary treasures. 
But a fiend had cheated his presumption, and hurled him to despair 
So he lay in his blood, the victim of a credulous false faith, 
And many nights, and night-like days, he dwelt in outer darkness 



F RTEs II. J OF FAITH. 125 

But, within a while, his variable mind caught a new impression, 

A new impression of the good old stamp, that sealed him when a child : 

He was softened, and abjured his infidelity ; he was wiser, and despised 

his credulity ; 
And turned again to simple faith more simply than before. 
Experience had declared too well his mind w^as built of water. 
And so renouncing strength in self, he fixed his faith in God. 

It is not for me to stipulate for creeds ; Bible, Church, and Reason, 

These three shall lead the mind, if any can, to truth. 

But I must stipulate for faith ; both God and man demand it : 

Trust is great in either world, if any would be well. 

Verily, the sceptical propensity is an universal foe ; 

Sneering Pyrrho never found, nor cared to find, a friend : 

How could he trust another ? and himself, whom would he not deceive * 

His proper gains were all his aim, and interests clash with kindness. 

So, the Bedouin goeth armed, an enemy to all. 

The spear is stuck beside his couch, the dagger hid beneath his pillow. 

For society, void of mutual trust, of credit, and of faith. 

Would fall asunder as a waterspout, snapped from the cloud's attraction. 

Faith may rise into miracles of might, as some few wise have shown : 
Faith may sink into credulities of weakness, as the mass of fools have 

witnessed. 
Therefore, in the first, saints and martyrs have fulfilled their mission. 
Conquering dangers, courting deaths, and triumphing in all. 
Therefore, in the last, the magician and the witch, victims of their own 

delusion. 
Have gained the bitter wages of impracticable sins. 
They believed in allegiance with Satan ; they worked in that belief. 
And thereby earned the loss and harm of guilt that might not be, 
For, faith hath two hands; with the one it addeth virtue to indiflferents; 
Yea, it sanctified a Judith and a Jael, for what otherwise were treachery 

and murder: 
With the other hand it heapeth crime even on impossibles or simples. 
And many a wizard well deserved the faggot for his faith : 
He trusted in his intercourse with evil, he sacrificed heartily to fiends, 



126 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series ii. 

He withered up with curses to the limit of his will, and was vile, because 
he thought himself a villain. 

A great mind is ready to believe, for he hungereth to feed on facts. 

And the gnawing stomach of his ignorance craveth unceasing to be filled : 

A little mind is boastful and incredulous, for he fancieth all knowledge is 

his own, 
So w^ill he cavil at a truth ; how should it be true, and he not know it ? — 
There is an easy scheme, to solve all riddles by the sensual. 
And thus, despising mysteries, to feel the more sufficient : 
For it comforteth the foul hard heart, to reject the pure unseen. 
And relieveth the dull soil head, to hinder one from gazing upon vacancy. 
True wisdom, labouring to expound, heareth others readily ; 
False wisdom, sturdy to deny, closelh up her mind to argument. 
The sum of certainties is found so small, their field so wide an universe. 
That many things may truly be, which man hath not conceived : 
The characters revealed of God are a strong mind's sole assurance 
That any strangeness may not stand a sober thtine for faith. 
Ignorance being light denied, this ought to show the stronger in its view. 
But ignorance is commonly a double negative, both of light and morals: 
So, adding vanity to blindness, for ease it taketh refuge in a doubt. 
And aching soon with ceaseless doubt, it finisheth the strife by misbeliev- 



Faith, by its very nature, shall embrace both credence and obedience : 

Yea, the word for both is one, and cannot be divided. (^^) 

For, work void of faith, wherein can it be counted for a duty ; 

And faith not seen in work, — whereby can the doctrine be discovered? 

Faith in religion is an instrument; a handle, and the hand to turn it; 

Less a condition than a mean, and more an operation than a virtue. 

A moral sickness, like to sin, must have a moral cure ; 

And faith alone can heal the mind, whose malady is sense. 

Ye are told of God's deep love ; they that believe will love him ; 

They that love him, will obey; and obedience hath its blessing. 

Ye are taught of the soul's great price : they that believe will prize il. 

And, prizing soul, will cherish well the hopes that make it happy. 

Effects spring frcm feelings: and feelings grow of faith : 



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If a man conceive himself insulted, will not his anger smite ? 

Thus, let a soul believe his state, his danger, destiny, redemption, 

Will he not feel eager to be safe, like him that kept the prison at Phillippi r 

A mother had an only son, and sent him out to sea : 

She was a widow, and in penury; and he must seek his fortunes. 

How often in the wintry nights, when waves and w^inds were howling, 

Her heart was torn with sickening dread, and bled to see her boy. 

And on one sunny morn, when all around was comfort. 

News came, that weeks agone, the vessel had been wrecked ; 

Yea, wrecked, and he was dead ! they had seen him perish in his agony : 

Oh then, what agony w^as like to hers, — for she believed the tale ! 

She was bowled and broken down with sorrow^ and uncomforted in 

prayer ; 
Many nights she mourned, and pined, and had no hope but death. 
But on a day, while sorely she was weeping, a stmnger broke upon her 

loneliness, — 
He had news to tell, that weather-beaten man, and must not be denied : 
And what were the wonder-working words that made this mourner joyous, 
That swept her heaviness away, and filled her world with praise ? 
Her son was saved, — is alive, — is near ! — did she stop to question ? 
No, rushing in the force of faith, she met him at the door ! 



OF HONESTY. 



All is vanity which is not honesty ; —thus is it graven on the tomd ; - 

And there is no wisdom but in piety ; — so the dead man preacheth : 

For, in a simple village church, among those classic shades 

Which sylvan Evelyn loved to rear, (his praise and my delight,) 

These, the words of truth, are writ upon his sepulchre 

Who learnt much lore, and knew all trees from the cedar to the hyssop 

on the wall. 
A just conjunction, godliness and honesty, ministering to both worlds. 
Well wed, and ill to be divided, a pair that God hath joined together. 
[ touch not now the vulgar thought, as of tricks and cheateries m trade ; 
I speak of honest pur})ose, character, speech and action : 
For an honest man hath special need of charity, and prudence, 
Of a deep and humbling self-acquaintance, and of blessed commerce with 

his God, 
So that the keennesses oftruth may be freed from asperities of censure, 
And the just but vacillating mind be not made the pendulum of argu- 
ments: 
For a false reason, shrewdly put, can often not be answered on the 

instant. 
And prudence looketh unto faith, content to wait solutions : 
Yea, it looketh, yea, it waiteth, still holding honesty in leash. 
Lest, as a hot young hound, it track not game, but vermin. 
Many a man of honest heart, but ignorant of self and God, 
Hath followed the marsh-tires of pestilence, esteeming them the lights 
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He heard a cause, which he had not skill to solve, — and so received it 

gladly, 
And that cause brought its consequence, of harm to an unstable soul. 
Prudence for a man's own sake, never should be separate from honesty ; 
And charity, for other's good and his, must still be joined therewith • 
For the harshly chiding tongue hath neither pleasuring nor profit. 
And the cold unsympathizing heart never gained a good. 
Sin is a sore, and folly is a fever ; touch them tenderly for healing ; 
The bad chirurgeon's awkward knife harmeth spite of honesty. 
Still, a rough diamond is better than the polished paste, — 
That courteous flattering fool, who spake of vice as virtue : 
And honesty, even by itself, though making many adversaries 
Whom prudence might have set aside, or charity have softened. 
Evermore will prosper at the last, and gain a man great honour 
By giving others many goods, to his own cost and hinderance. 

Freedom is father of the honest, and sturdy Independence is his brother; 

These three, with heart and hand, dwell together in unity. 

The blunt yeoman, stout and true, will speak unto princes unabashed : 

His mind is loyal, just and free, a crystal in its plain integrity ; 

What should make such an one ashamed ? where courtiers kneel, he 

standeth ; — 
I will indeed bow before the king, but knees were knit for God. 
And many such there be, of a high and noble conscience. 
Honourable, generous, and kind, though blessed with little light : 
What should he barter for his freedom ? some petty gain of gold ? 
Free of speech, and free in act, magnates honour him for boldness : 
Long may he flourish in his peace, and a stalwart race around him. 
Rooted in tj^e soil like oaks, and hardy as the pine upon the mountains! 

Yet, there be others, that will truckle to a lie, selling honesty for interest: 
And do they gain ? — they gain but loss; a little cash, with scorn. 
Behold, the sorrowful change wrought upon a fallen nature : 
He hath lost his own esteem, and other men's respect ; 
For the buoyancy of upright faith, he is clothed in the heaviness of cring- 
ing; 
For piain truth where none could err, he hath chcscn tortuiMis paths; 

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In lieu of his majesty of countenance — the timorous glances of servility 
Instead of Freedom's honest pride, — the spirit of a slave. 

Nevertheless, there is somewhat to be pleaded, even for a necessary 

guile. 
Whilst the world, and all that is therein, lieth deep in evil. 
Who can be altogether honest, — a champion never out of mail, 
Ready to break a lance for truth with every crowding error? 
Who can be altogether honest, — dragging out the secrecies of life, 
And risking to be lashed and loathed for each unkind disclosure ? 
Who can be altogether honest, — living in perpetual contentions, 
And prying out the petty cheats that swell the social scheme ? 
For he must speak his instant mind, — a mind corrupt and sinful, 
Exhibiting to other men's disgust its undisguised deformities ; 
He must utter all the hatred of his heart, and add to it the venom of his 

tongue ; 
Shall he feel, and hide his feelings? that were the meanness of a hypo- 
crite. — 
Still, man, such hypocrisy is better than this bold honesty to sin : 
Kill the feeling, or conceal it : let shame at least do the work of charity. 

charity, thou livest not in warnings, meddling among men. 

Rebuking every foolish word, and censuring small sins ; 

This is not thy secret, — rather wilt thou hide their multitude, 

And silence the condemning tongue, and wearisome exhortation. 

But for thee, thy strength and zeal shine in encouragement to good, 

Lifting up the lantern of ensample, that wanderers may lind the way : 

That lantern is not lit to gaze on ail the hatefulness of evil. 

But set on high for life and light, the loveliness of good. 

The hard censorious mind sitteth as a keen anatomist 

Tracking up the fibres in corruption, and prying on a fearful corpse : 

Hut the charitable soul is a young lover, enamoured little wisely. 

That saw no fault in her he loved, and sought to see one less. 

So, in his kind and genial light, she grew more worthy of his love ; 

Won to good by gentle suns, and not by frowning tempest. 



Verily, infirm thyself, — be slow lo ciiiJe a oroiher's .mpeifections • 



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ST-Rir.s II.] OF HONESTY. 131 

For many times the decent veil must hang on faults of nature. 
And the rude hands, that rend it, offend against the modesty of right, 
While seeming zeal, and its effort to do good, is only feigned self- 
praise : 
Often will the meannessess of life, hidden away in corners, 
Prove wisdom ; and the generous is glad to leave them unregarded in the 

shade. 
The follies none are found to praise, let them die unblamed : 
Thine honest strife will only tend to make some think them wise : 
And small conventional deceits, let them live uncensured : 
Or if thou war with pigmies, thou shalt haply help the cranes. 
Where to be blind was safety, Ovid had been wise for winking: (^^) 
And when a tell-tale might do harm, be sure it is prudent to be dumb : 
That which is just and fit is often found combating with honesty : 
In the cause of good, be wise ; and in a case indifferent, keep silence. 

Let honesty's unblushing face be shaded by the mantle of humility, 

So shall it shine a lamp of love, and not the torch of strife : 

Otherwise the lantern of Diogenes, presumptuously thrust before the 

face. 
If it never find an honest man, shall often make an angered. 
Let honesty be companied by charity of heart, lest it walk unwelcome. 
Or the mouthing censor of others and himself, soon shall sink to scorn. 
Let honesty be added unto innocence of life : then a man may only be its 

martyr : 
But if openness of speech be found with secrecy of guilt, the martyr will 

be seen a malefactor. 

There is a cunning scheme, to put on surface bluntness, 

And cover still deep water, w^ith the clamorous ripples of a shallow. 

For a man, to gain his selfish ends, will make a stalking horse of 

honesty ; 
And hide his poaching limbs behind, that he may cheat the quicker. 
Such an one is loud and ostentatious, full of oaths for argument. 
Boastful of honour and sincerity, and not to be put down by facts: 
He is obstinate, and showeth it for firmness ; he is rude, displaying it 

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And glorieth in doggedness of temper, as if it were uncompromising 

justice. 
Be aware of such a man ; his brawling covereth designs ; 
This specious show of honesty cometh as the herald of a thief: 
His feint is made with awkward clashing on the buckler's boss. 
But meanwhile doth his secret skill ensure its fatal aim. 
This is the hypocrite of honesty; ye may know him by an overacted 

part ; 
Taking pains to turn and twist, where other men walk straight; 
Or walking straight, he will not step aside to let another pass. 
But roughly pusheth on, provoking opposition on the way; 
He is full of disquietude for calmness, full of intriguing for simplicity, 
Valorous with those who cannot tight, and humble to the brave : 
Where brotherly advice were good, this man rudely blameth. 
And on some small occasion, flattereth with coarse praise. 
The craven in a lion's skin hath conquered b}' his character for 

courage ; 
Sheep's clothing helped the wolf, till he slew by his character for 

kindness. 

For honesty hath many gains, and w^ell the wise have known 

This will prosper to the end, and fill their house with gold. 

The phosphorus of cheatery will fade, and all its profit perish, 

While honesty with growing light endureth as the moon. 

Yea, it would be wise in a world of thieves, where cheating were a 

virtue, 
To dare the vice of honesty, if any w^ould be rich. 
For that which by the laws of God is heightened into duty. 
Ever, in the practice of a man, will be seen both policy and privilege. 
Thank God, ye toilers for your bread, in that, daily labouring, 
He hath sufTered the bubbles of self-interest to float upon the stream 

of duty : 
For honesty, of every kind, approved by God and man, 
Of wealth and better weal is found the richest cornucopia. 
Tempered by humbleness and charity, honesty of speech hath lionourj 
And mingled well with prudence, honesty of purpose hath its praise- 
Trust paveth homage unto truth, rewarding honesty of action; 



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And all men love to lean on him, who never failed nor fainted. 

Freedom gloweth in his eyes, and nobleness of nature at his heart. 

And Independence took a crown and fixed it on his head: 

So, he stood in his integrity, just and firm of purpose. 

Aiding many, fearing none, a spectacle to angels, and to men : 

Yea, — when the shattered globe shall rock in the throes of dissolution, 

Still, will he stand in his integrity, sublime — an honest inan. 



OF SOCIETY. 



Better is the mass of men, Suspicion, than thy fears. 

Kinder than thy thoughts, chilling heart of Prudence, 

Purer than thy judgments, ascetic tongue of censure. 

In all things worthier to love, if not also wiser to esteem. 

Yea, let the moralist condemn, there be large extenuations of his verdict, 

Let the misanthrope shun men and abjure, the most are rather loveable 

than hateful. 
How many pleasant faces shed their light on every side. 
How many angels unaw^ares have crossed thy casual way ! 
How often, in thy journeyings, hast thou made thee instant friends. 
Found, to be loved a little while, and lost, to meet no more ; 
Friends of happy reminiscence, although so transient in their converse, 
Liberal, cheerful, and sincere, a crowd of kindly traits. 
I have sped by land and sea, and mingled with much people, 
But never yet could find the spot unsunned by human kindness : 
Some more, and some less, — but, truly, all can claim a little ; 
And a man may travel through the world, and sow it thick with 

friendships. 

There be indeed, to say it in all sorrow, bad apostate souls, 
Deserted of their min'slering angels, and given up to liberty of sin, — 
And other some, the miserly and mean, whose eyes are keen and greedy, 
With stony hearts, and iron lists, to filch, and scrape, and clutch, — 
And others yet again, the coarse in mind, sellish, sensual, brutish. 
Seeming as incapable of softer thoughts, and dead to better deeds. 
Such, no lover of the good, no follower of the ircnerous and gentle, 

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EF.RiEs n.] OF SOCIETY. 135 

Can nearer grow to love, than may consist with pity. 

Few verily are these among the mass, and cast in fouler moulds, 

Few and poor in friends, and well-deserving of their poverty : 

Yet, or ever thou hast harshly judged, and linked their presence to 

disgust, 
Consider well the thousand things that made them all they are. 
Thou hast not thought upon the causes, ranged in consecutive necessity. 
Which tended long to these effects, with sure constraining power. 
For each of those unlovely ones, if thou couldst hear his story. 
Hath much to urge of just excuse, at least as men count justice : 
Fooiish education, thwarted opportunities, natural propensities un- 
checked, — 
Thus were they discouraged from all good, and pampered in their evil : 
And if thou wilt apprehend them well, tenderly looking on temptations. 
Bearing the base indulgently, and liberally dealing with the froward. 
Thou shalt discern a few fair fruits even upon trees so withered. 
Thou shalt understand how some may praise, and some be found to love 
them. 

Nevertheless for these, my counsel is. Avoid them if thou canst; 

For the finer edges of thy virtues will be dulled by attrition with their 

vice. 
And there is an enemy within thee; either to palliate their sin. 
Until, for surface sweetness, thou too art drawn adown the vortex; 
Or, even unto fatal pride, to glorify thy purity by contrast. 
Until the publican and harlot stand nearer heaven than the Pharisee : 
Or daily strife against their ill, in subtleness may irritate thy soul, 
And in that struggle thou shalt fail, even through infirmity of goodne^^s; 
Or, callous by continuance of injuries, thou wilt cease to pardon, 
Cease to feel, and cease to care, a cold case-hardened man. 
Beware of their example, — and thine own ; beware the hazards ot the 

battle ; 
But chiefly be thou ware of this, an unforgiving spirit. 
Many are the dangers and temptations compassing a bad man's presence : 
The upas hath a poisonous shade, and who would slumber there ^ 
Wherefore, avoid them if thou canst; only, under providence and duty. 
If thy lot be cast with Kedar, ])atifjntly and silently live to their rchukn 



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How beautiful thy feet, and full of grace thy coming, 

better kind companion, thai art well for either world ! 

There is an atmosphere of 'happiness floating round that man, 

Love is throned upon his heart, and light is found within his dwelling, 

His eyes are rayed with peacefulness, and wisdom waiteth on his 

tongue ; 
Seek him out, cherish him well, walking in the halo of his influence ; 
For he shall be fragrance to thy soul, as a garden of sweet lilies, 
Hedged and apart from the outer world, an island of the blest among the 

seas. 

There is an outer world, and there is an inner centre; 

And many varying rings concentric round the self. 

For, first, about a mar, — after his communion with heaven, — 

Is found the helpmate even as himself, the wife of his vows and his 

affections : 
See then taat ye love in faith, scorning petty jealousies, 
For Sata J spoileth too much love, by souring it with doubts; 
See that intimacy die not to indifference, nor anxiety sink into moroseness, 
And tend ye well the mutual minds bound in a copartnership for life. 

Next of those concentric circles, radiating widely in circumference, 

Wheel in wheel, and world in world, — come the band of children: 

A tender nest of soft young hearts, each to be separately studied, 

A curious eager flock of minds, to be severally tamed and tutored. 

And a man, blest with these, hath made his own society. 

He is independent of the world, hanging on his friends more loosely 

For the little faces around his hearth are friends enow for him, 

If he seek others, it is for sake of these, and less for his own pleasure 

What companionship so sweet, yea, who can teach so well 

As these pure budding intellects, and bright unsullied hearts ? 

What voice so musical as theirs, what visions of elegance so comely. 

What thoughts and hopes and holy prayers, can others cause like these 1 

If ye count society for pastime, — what happier recreation than a nursling 

Its v/inning ways, its prattling tongue, its innocence and mirth ? 

If ye count society for good, — how fair a field is here. 

To guide these souls to God, and multiply thyself for heaven » 



SERIES II.] OF SOCIETY. IC? 

And this sweet social commerce with thy children, p;roweth as their 

growth, 
Unless thou fail of duty, or have weaned them by thine absence. 
Keep them near thee, rear them well, guide, correct, instruct them: 
And be the playmate of their games, the judge in their comjdainings. 
So shall the maiden and the youth love thee as their sympathizing friend^ 
And bring their joys to share with thee, their sorrows for consoling : 
Yea, their inmost hopes shall yearn to thee for counsel, 
They will not hide their very loves if thou hast won their trust; 
But, even as man and woman, shall they gladly seek their father. 
Feeling yet as children feel, though void of fear in honour: 
And thou shalt be a Nestor in the camp, the just and good old man. 
Hearty still, though full of years, and held the friend of all ; 
No secret shall be kept from thee ; for if ill, thy wisdom may repair it; 
It well, thy praise is precious; and they would not miss that prize. 
the blessing of a home, where old and young mix kindly. 
The young unawed, the old unchilled, in unreserved communion ! 

that refuge from the world, when a stricken son or daughter 
May seek with confidence of love, a father's hearth and heart : 

Sure of a w^elcome, though others cast them out; of kindness, though 

men scorn them ; 
And finding there the last to blame, the earliest to commend. 
Come unto me, my son, if sin shall have tempted thee astray, 

1 will not chide thee like the rest, but help thee to return ; 
Come unto me, my son, if men rebuke and mock thee, 
There always shall be one to bless, — for I am on thy side ! 

Alas, — and bitter is their loss, the parents and the children. 
Who, loving up and down the world, have missed each other's friendship. 
Haply, it had grown of careless life, for years go swiftly by ; 
Or sprang of too much carefulness, that drank up all the streams: 
Haply, sullen disappointment came and quenched the fire ; 
Haply, sternness or misrule, crushed or warped the feelings. 
Then, ill-combined in tempers, they learnt not each the other ; 
The growing child grew out of love, and drew^ the breath of iear , 
The youth ill-trained renounced his fears, and made a league with 
cunning ; 



138 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series ii. 

And so those hardened men were foes, that should have been chief 

friends. 
Where was the cause, the mutual cause ? hunt it out to kill it: 
And what the cure, the simple cure ? — A mutual flash of love. 
For dull estrangement's daily air froze up those early sympathies 
By cold continuance m apathy, or cutting winds of censure ; 
It was a slow process, which any fleeting hour could have melted ; 
But every hour duly came and passed without the sun. 
Caution, care, and dry distrust, obscured each other's mind, 
Till both those gardens rich to yield, were rank with many weeds: 
And doubt, a hidden worm, gnawed at the root of their Society, 
They lacked of mutual confidence, and lived in mutual dread. 
Judge me, many fathers; and hearken to my counsel, many sons; 
I come with good in cither hand, to reconcile contentions: 
For better friends can no man have, than those whom God hatli 

given, 
And he that hath despised the gift, thought ill of that he knew not. 
Be ye wiser, — (I speak unto the sons) — and w^in paternal friendships. 
Cultivate their kindness, seek them out with honour, and be the screening 

Japbeth to their failings: 
And be ye wiser, — (I speak unto the fathers,) — gain those filial comrades. 
Cherish their reasonable converse, and look not with coldness on your 

children. 
For the friendship of a child is the brightest gem set upon the circlet of 

Society, 
A jewel worth a world of pains, — a jewel seldom seen. 

The third cycle on the waters, another of those rings upon the oiiy\, 

A further definite broad zone, holdeth kith and kin : 

A motley band of many tribes, and under various banners; 

The intimate and strangers, the known and loved, or only seen for 
loathing: 

Some, dear for their deserts, shall honour and have honour of rela- 
tionship. 

Some, despising duties, will add to it both l)urdon and disgrace. 

A man's nearest kin are oftentimes far other than his dearest, 

Yet in the season of aflliction those will haste to help him. 



SERIES 11.] OF SOCIETV. 139 



For, note thou this, the providence of God hath bound up families 

together, 
To mutual aid and patient trial ; yea, those ties are strong. 
Friends are ever dearer in thy wealth, but relations to be trusted in thy 

need. 
For these are God's appointed way, and those the choice of man 
There is lower warmth in kin, but smaller truth in friends. 
The latter show more surface, and the first have more of depth. 
Relations rally to the rescue, even in estrangement and neglect, 
Where friends will have fled at thy defeat, even after promises and 

kindness. 
For friends come and go, the whim that bound may loose them. 
But none can dissever a relationship, and Fate hath tied the knot. 

Wide, and edged with shadowy bounds, a distant boulevard to *he city 

The common crowd of social life is buzzing round about: 

That is as the outer court, with all defences levelled, 

Ranged around a man's own fortress, and his father's house. 

For many friends go in and out, and praise thee, finding pasture. 

And some are honey-comb to-day, who turn to gall to-morrow : 

And many a garrulous acquaintance with his frequent visit 

Will spend his leisure to thy cost, selling dullness dearly: 

For the idle call is a heavy tax, where time is counted gold. 

And even in the day of relaxation, haply he may spare his presence, — 

He found himself alone, an J came to talk, — till they that hear are tired; 

Let the man bethink him of an errand, that his face be not unwelcome. 

But many friends there be, both well and wisely greeted. 

Gladly are they hailed upon the hills, and are chidden that they come so 

selJom. 
Of such are the early recollections, school friendships that have thriven to 

gray hairs. 
And veteran men are young once more, and talk of boyish pranks; 
And such, yet older on the list, are those who loved thy father. 
Thy father's friend, and thine, who tendereth thee tried love : 
Such also, many gentle hearts, whom thou hast known too lately. 
Hastening now to learn their worth, and chary of those minutes; 



140 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series n. 



And such thy faithful pastor, coming to thy home with peace ; — 
Greet the good man heartily, — and bid thy children bless him ' 

Many thoughts, many thoughts, — who can catch them all ? 
The best are ever swiftest-winged, the duller lag behind : 
For behold, in these vast themes, my mind is as a forest of the West, 
And flocking pigeons come in clouJs, and bend the groaning branches; 
Here for a rest, then off and away, — they have sped to other climes. 
And leave me to my peace once more, a holiday from thoughts. 
1 dare not lure them back, for the mighty subject of Society 
Would tempt to many a hackneyed note in many a weary key: 
Sao;e warnings, stout advice, experiences ever to be learned. 
The foolish floatiness of vanity, and solemn trumperies of pride, — 
Economy, the poor man's mint,- -extravagance, the rich man's pitfall. 
Harmful copings with the better, and empty-headed apings of the worse. 
Circumstance and custom, sympathies, antipathies, diverse kinds of con- 
versation. 
Vapid pleasures, the weariness of gaiety, the strife and bustle of the 

world. 
Home comforts, the miseries of style, the cobweb lines of etiquette. 
The hollowness of courtesies, and substance of deceits, — idleness, business, 

and pastime, — 
The multitude of matters to be done, the when, and where, and how. 
And varying shades of characters, to do, undo, or miss them, — 
All these, and many more alike, thick converging fancies. 
Flit in throngs about my theme, as honey-bees at even to their hive. 
Find an end, or make one : these seeds are dragon's teeth : 
Sown thoughts grow to things, and fill that field, the world: 
Many wise have gone before, and used the sickle well ; 
Who can find a corner now, vv here none have bound the sheaves ? 
So, other some may reap: I do but glean and gather: 
My sorry handful hath been culled after the ripe harvest of Society. 



OF SOLITUDE. 



Who hath known his brother, — or found him in his freedom unrestrained / 

Even he whose hidden glance hath watched his deepest Solitude. 

For we walk the world in domino, putting on characters and habits. 

And wear a social Janus mask, while others stand around : 

I speak not of the hypocrite, nor dream of meant deceptions, 

But of that quick unconscious change, whereof the best know most. 

For mind hath its influence on mind ; and no man is free but when alone; 

Yea, let a dog be watching thee, its eye will tend to thy restraint. 

Self-possession cannot be so perfect, with another intellect beside thee, 

It is not as a natural result, but rather the educated produce. 

The presence of a second spirit must control thine own. 

And throw it off its equipoise of peace, to balance by an effort. 

The common minds of common men know of this but little, 

What then ? they know nothing of themselves: I speak to those who know 

The consciousness that some are hearing, cometh as a care. 

The sense that some are watching near, bindeth thee to caution ; 

And the tree of tender nerves shrinketh as a touched mimosa. 

Drooping like a plant in drought, with half its strength decayed. 

There are antipathies warning from the many, and sympathies drawing to 

the some. 
But merchant-minds have crushed the first, and cannot feel the latter: 
Whereas to the quickened apprehension of a keen and spiritual intellect, 
Antipathies are galling, and sympathies oppress, and solitude is quiet. 

He that dwelleth mainly by himself, heedeth most of others. 
But they that live in crowds, think chiefly of themselves. 

Hi 



112 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series ii. 

There is indeed a selfish seeming, where the anchorite liveth alone, 

But probe his thoughts, — they travel lar, dreaming for ever of the world: 

And there is an apparent generosity, when a man mixeth freely with his 

fellows. 
But prove his mind, by day and night, his thoughts are all of self: 
The world, inciting him to pleasures, or relentlessly provoking him to toil, 
Is full of anxious rivals, each with a difference of interest ; 
So must he plan and practise for himself, even as his own best friend ; 
And the gay soul of dissipation never had a thought unselfish. 
The hermit standeth out of strife, abiding in a contemplative calmness; 
What shall he contemplate, — himself ? a meagre theme for musing : 
He hath cast off follies, and kept aloof from cares; a man of simple wants* 
God and the soul, these are his excuse, a just excuse, for solitude : 
But he carried with him to his cell the half-dead feelings of humanity; 
There were they rested and refreshed ; and he yearned once miOre on men. 

Where is the wise, or the learned, or the good, that sought not solitude 

for thinking, 
And from seclusion's secret vale brought forth his precious fruits ? — 
Forests of Aricia, your deep shade mellowed Numa's wisdom. 
Peaceful gardens of Vaucluse, ye nourished Petrarch's love; 
Solitude made a Cincinnatus, ripening the hero and the })atriot, 
And taught De Staei self-knowlege, even in the damp Bastile; (2') 
It fostered the piety of Jerome, matured the labours of Augustine, 
And gave imperial Charles religion for ambition: 
That which Scipio praised, that which Alfred practised, 
Which fired Demosthenes to eloquence, and fed the mind of Milton, 
Which quickened zeal, nurtured genius, found out the secret things of 

science, 
Helped repentance, shamed folly, and comforted the good with peace,- 
By all men just and wise, by all things pure and perfect. 
How truly, Solitude, art thou the fostering nurse of greatness ! 

Enough ; — the theme is vast; scar me these necks of Hydra: 
What shall drive away the thoughts flocking to this carcass ! 
Yea, — that all which n.an may think, hath long been said of Solitude • 
For many wise have ])roved and preached its evils and its good 



SERIES n.] OF SOLITUDE. 143 

I cannot add, — I will not steal ; enough, for all is spoken : 
Yet heed thou these for practice and discernment among men. 

There are pompous talkers, solemn, oracular, and dull: 
Track them from society to solitude; and there ye find them fools. 
There are light-hearted jesters, taking up with company for pastime ; 
How speed they when alone ? — serious, wise, and thoughtful. 
And wherefore ? both are actors, saving when in solitude, 
There they live their truest life, and all things show sincere : 
But the fool by pomposity of speech striveth to be counted wise, 
And the wise for holiday and pleasance, playeth with the fool's best bauble 
The solemn seemer, as a rule, will be found more ignorant and shallow 
Than those w^ho laugh both loud and long, content to hide their know- 
ledge. 

For thee; seek thou Solitude, but neither in excess, nor morosely; 

Seek her for her precious things, and not of thine own pride. 

For there, separate from a crowd, the still small voice will talk with thee, 

Tiuth'^ whisper, heard and echoed by responding conscience ; 

There, shalt thou gather up the ravelled skeins of feeling. 

And mend the nets of usefulness, and rest awhile for duties; 

There, shall thou hive thy lore, and eat the fruits of study, 

For Solitude delighteth well to feed on many thoughts ; 

There as thou sittest peaceful, communing with fancy. 

The precious poetry of life shall gild its leaden cares; 

There, as thou walkest by the sea, beneath the gentle stars. 

Many kindling seeds of good will sprout within thy soul ; 

Thou shalt weep in Solitude, — thou shalt pray in Solitude, 

Thou shalt sing for joy of heart, and praise the grace of Solitude. 

Pass on, pass on ! — for this is the path of Wisdom : 

God make thee prosper on the way: I leave thee well with Solitude. 



THE END. 



Every beginning is shrouded in a mist, those vague ideas beyond, 
And the traveller setteth on his journey, oppressed with many thoughts, 
Balancing his hopes and fears, and looking for some order in the chaos, 
Some secret path between the cliffs, that seem to bar his way : 
So, he commenceth at a clue, unravelling its tangled skein. 
And boldly speedeth on to thread the labyrinth before him. 
Then as he gropeth in the darkness, light is attendant on his steps, 
He walketh straight in fervent faith, and difficulties vanish at his presence 
The very flashing of his sword scattereth those shadowy foes; 
Confident and sanguine of success, he goeth forth conquering and to con- 
quer. 

Every middle is burdened with a weariness, — to have to go as far again, — 

And Diligence is sick at heart, and Enterprise foot-sore : 

That which began in zeal, bursting as a iresh-dug spring, 

Goeth on doggedly in toil, and hath no help of nature : 

Then, is need of moral might, to wrestle with the animal reaction. 

Still to fight, with few men left, and still though faint pursuing. 

The middle in a marshy flat, whereon the wheels go heavily. 

With clouds of doubt above, and ruts of discouragement below: 

Press on, sturdy traveller, yet a league, and yet a league ! 

While every step is binding wings on thy victorious feet. 

Every end is happiness, the glorious consummation of design, 
The perils past, the fears annulled, the journey at its close : 
And the traveller resteth in complacency, home-returned at last : 

141 



SERIES II.] THE END. 145 

Work done may claim its wages, the goal gained hath won its prize. 

VVhile the labour lasted, while the race was running, 

Many-times the sinews ached, and half-refused the struggle ; 

But now, all is quietness, a pleasant hour given to repose ; 

Calmness in the retrospect of good, and calmness in the prospect of a 

blessing. 
Hope was glad in the beginning, and fear was sad midway. 
But sweet fruition cometh in the end, a harvest safe and sure. 
That which is, can never not have been facts are solid as the pyramids : 
A thing done is written in the rock, yea, with a pen of iron. 
Uncertainty no more can scare, the proof is seen complete. 
Nor accident render unaccomplished, for the deed is finished. 
Thus the end shall crown the work, with grace, grace, unto the topstone. 
And the work shall triumph in its crown, with peace, peace, unto the 

builder. 

I have written, as other some of old, in quaint and meaning phrase. 

Of many things for either world, a crowd of facts and fancies: 

And will ye judge me, men of mind } — ^judge in kindly calmness ; 

For bitter words of haste or hate have often been repented. 

Deep dreaming upon surface reading : imagery crowded over argument ; 

Order less considered in the multitude of thoughts : this witnessing is just 

Scripture gave the holier themes, the well-turned words, and wisdom ; 

VVhile Fancy on her swallow's wing skimmed those deeper waters. 

A.nd wilt thou say with shrewdness, — He hath burnished up old truths, 

But w^here he seemed to fashion new, the novelty was false ? 

Alas, for us in these last days, our elders reaped the harvest ; 

Alas, for all men in all times, who glean so many tares ! 

That which is true, how should it be new ? for time is old in years : 

That which is new, how should it be true ? for I am young in wisdom. 

Nevertheless, T have spoken at my best, according lo the mercies given 

me, 
Of high, and deep, and famous things, of Evil, or of Good. (^^) 
I have told of Errors near akin to Truth, and wholesomes linked with 

poison ; 
Of subtle Uses in the humblest, and the deep-laid plots of Pride : 



146 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series n. 

I have praised Wisdom, comforted thy Hope, and proved to thee the folly 

of complainings ; 
Hinted at the hazard of an Influence, and turned thee from the terrors of 

Ambition. 
I have shown thee thy captivity to Law; yet bade thee hide Humilities; 
I have lifted the curtains of Memory; and smoothed the soft pillow of 

Rest 
Experience had his sober hour ; and Character its keen appreciation ; 
And holy Anger stood sublime, where Hatred fell condemned. 
Prayer spake the mind of God, even in his own good words ; 
And Zeal, with kindness warmly mixt, allied him to Discretion. 
I taught thee that nothing is a Trifle, even to the laugh of Recreation : 
I led thee w^ith the Train of Religion, to be dazzled at the name of the 

Triune. 
Thought confessed his unseen fears ; and speech declared his triumphs ; 
I sang the blessedness of books ; and commended the prudence of a letter ; 
Riches found their room, either unto honour — or despising; 
Inventions took their lower place, for all things come of God. 
I scorned Ridicule ; nor would humble me for Praise ; for 1 had gained 

Self-knowledge: 
And pleaded fervently for Brutes, who suffer for man's sin. 
Then, I rose to Friendship ; and bathed in all the tenderness of Love; 
Knew the purity of Marriage: and blessed the face of Children. 
And whereas by petulance or pride, 1 had haply said some evil, 
Mine after-thought was Tolerance, to bear the faults of all : 
Many faults, ill to hear, bred the theme of Sorrow ; 
Many virtues, dear to see, induced the gush of Joy. 

Thus, for a while, as leaving thee in joy, was I loth to break that spell ; 

T roamed toother things and thoughts, and fashioned other books. 

But in a season of reflection, after many days, 

A thought stood before me 'in its garment of the past,— and lo, a legion 

with it ! 
They came in thronging bands, — I could not light nor fly them, — 
And so they took mc to iht-ir tent, the prisoner of thoughts. 

Then, I bade thee greet me well, and heed my cheerful counsels; 



THE END. 147 



For every day we have a Friend, who changeth not with time. 

Gladly did I speak of my commission, for I felt it graven on my heart. 

And could not hold my wiser peace, but magnified mine office 

Mystery had left her echoes in my mind, and I discoursed her secret: 

And thence I turned aside to Man, and judged him for his Gifts. 

Beauty, noble thesis, had a world of sweets to sing of, 

And dated all her praise from God, the birthday of the soul 

Thence grew Fame ; and Flattery came like Agag ; 

But this was as the nauseous dregs of that inspiring cup : 

Forth from Flattery sprang in opposition harsh and dull Neglect ; 

And kind Contentment's gentle face to smile away the sadness. 

Life, all buoyancy and light, and Death, that sullen silence 

Sped the soul to Immortality, the final home of man. 

Then, in metaphysical review, passed a triple troop. 

Swift Ideas, sounding Names, and heavily armed Things; 

Faith spake of her achievements even among men her brethren ; 

And Honesty, with open mouth, would vindicate himself: 

The retrospect of social life had many truths to tell of. 

And then I left thee to thy Solitude, learning there of Wisdom. 

Friend and scholar, lover of the right, mine equal kind companion, — 

I prize indeed thy favour, and these sympathies are dear: 

Still, if thy heart be little with me, wot thou well, my brother, 

I canvass not the smile of praise, nor dread the frowns of censure. 

Through many themes in many thoughts, have we held sweet cc.i;\crse ; 

But God alone be praised for mind ! He only is sufficient. 

And every thought in every theme Dy prayer had been established : 

Who then should fear the face of man, when God hath answered prayer"^ 

I speak it not in arrogance of heart, but humbly, as of justice, 

I think it not in vanity of soul, but tenderly, for gratitude, — 

God hath blessed my mind, and taught it many truths; 

And I have echoed some to thee, in w^eakness, yet sincerely : 

Yea, though ignorance and error shall have marred those lessons of His 

teaching. 
[ stand in mine own Master's praise, or fall to His reproof. 
If thou lovest, help me with thy blessing ; if otherwise, mine shall be for 

thee ; 



14S PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [skries n. 

If ihou approvest, heed my words; if otherwise, in kindness be my teacher. 
Many mingled thoughts for self have warped my better aim, 
Many motives tempted still, to toil for pride or praise : 
Alas, I have loved pride and praise, like others worse or worthier ; 
But hate and fear them now, as snakes that fasten on my hand : 
Scaevola burnt both hand and crime : but Paul flung the viper on the fire : 
He shook it off, and felt no harm : so be it I — I renounce them. 
Rebuke then, if thou wilt rebuke, — but neither hastily nor harshly; 
Or, if thou wilt commend, be it honestly, of right; I work for God and 
orood. 



TEAOS. 



NOTES. 

(second series.) 

(^) " Hunt with Aureng-zebe,^* ^c. Page 10. 

The great Mogul ; who reigned in the seventeenth century ; and was famous, 
amongst other things, for having ail but exterminated wild beasts from the re- 
gion of Hind oostan : he effected this by surrounding the whole country with 
his army, and then drawing to a focus with the animals in the centre. Somer- 
ville, in the end of Book II. of the Chase, gives a spirited account of that mighty 
hunting : 

" Now the loud trumpet sounds a charge. The shouts 
Of eager hosts, through all the circling line. 
And the wild bowlings of the beasts within 
Rend wide the welkin ; flights of arrows, winged 
"With death, and javelins launched from every arm, 
Gall sore the brutal bands, with many a wound 
Gored through and through." 

(2) Page 12. 

Heraclitus, and Democritus, are severally known as the crying and laughing 
philosophers: they typify opposite kinds of seekers after wisdom: both being 
prejudiced by excess. Our age of the world seems to have fallen upon the lat- 
ter, which, with a protest against abuse, is certainly the wiser cf the two. 
"The house of mourning is better than the house of feasting," for this influ- 
ence, along with others of more weight ; viz., that it tends to a cheerful and 
calm reaction, rather than to feelings of dullness and satiety. A few lines fur- 
ther, "the luxury of Capuan holidays," alludes to Hannibal's fatal rest after the 
battle of Cannag 



160 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series ii. 

(^) Revelation xxi. 8. Page 13. 

" But the fearful, and the unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, 
and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their 
part in the lake that burneth v^^ith fire." 

C*) " Deucalion flinging back the pebble in his flight, ^^ 8fc. Page 19. 

Descendunt ; velantque caput, tunicasque recingunt ; 
Et jussos lapides sua post vestigia mittunt. 
Saxa (quis hoc credat, nisi sit pro teste vetustasi) 
Ponere duritiemi coepere, suumque rigorem: &c. &c. 
Li-que brevi spatio, superorum munere, saxa 
Missa viri manibus faciem traxere virilem. 

Ovid. Met. lib. i. 

(•^) " Copan and Palenque" Sfc, Page 28. 

The remams of these ancient cities, buried in the forests of Central America, 
have been recently made known to our wonder in the entertaining travels of 
Mr J. L. Stephens. A brief and apt quotation, to illustrate the line, occurs in vol. 
i. p. 103. " * * Some fragments with most elegant designs, and some in 
workmanship equal to the finest monuments of the Egyptians; one, displaced 
from its pedestal by enormous roots ; another locked in the close embrace of 
branches of trees, and almost lifted out of the earth; another, hurled to the 
ground, and bound down by huge vines and creepers ; and one standing, with 
its altar before it, in a grove of trees which grew around, seemingly to shade 
and shroud it, as a sacred thing in the solemn stillness of the woods, it seemed 
a divinity mournmg over a fallen people." 

(^) Page 49. 

Corinna, a Theban lady, was once adjudged to have overcome in verse her 
countryman, the deep-mouthed Pindar; but she is credibly believed to have 
owed her success in a great measure to her beauty. Phryne, (:iot the too-cele- 
brated courtezan of Athens, but a Phrync cf fairer fame,) is mentioned as hav- 
ing been accused, like Socrates, of impiety against heathenism, and like him 
condemned to die ; however, the fairer witness of truth was fortunate enough 
to escape martyrdom by unveiling her besom to the judges, and thereby influ- 
encing their sentence. Quintilian, Orat. lib. ii. c. 15, has this passage to our 
purpose. "Et Phrynen * * * conspcctu coiiioris, quod ilia, speciosissimum 
alioqui, diducta undaveret tunica, putant periculo liberatam " Athenaeus, xiii. 
590, tells us that it was by the address and counsel of Ilyperides her advocate, 
that Trpoayayijbv uIttjv cii rovficpavcg, kui izcpippij^a^ rovg '^irioriaKovgy yvj-tva Tt ra 
arcpva Troirjaag^ he influenced the judges of the Areopagus to acquit her. " Ion- 
ian Myrrha" isachunxctcrfineiy drawn by Lyron in his trD^cdy of Saruanapalus 



SERIE? II.] KOTK-S. IM 

O '* Some Nireus of the camp,'' ^'c. Page 52. 

Homer disposes very summarily of a personage who has nothing to recom- 
mend him but his beauty. Nireus is mentioned only in one passage of the 
Iliad : lib. ii. 673. Nipcuj, 6'? KaWiaros avvp, &c. ; and it is significantly added, 
AAA* a\aTra6vbi erjv. an epithet of double intention, powerless in troops, and im- 
becile in mind. 

(^) 1 Esdras iv. 13, et seq. Page 53. 

Zorobabel holds argument before Darius, that *' Woman is more powerful 
than wine or the king, but that Truth beareth off the victory from woman " 
He sets up beauty above all earthly things, v. 32, "O ye men, how can it be 
but women should be strong, seeing they do thusl" and it is small disparage- 
ment, that Truth should overcome her ; for " Great is truth, and mighty above 
all things." v. 41. 

(^) Ezekiel xxviii. 12. Page 55. 

" Thou sealest up the sum," (otherwise to be rendered, " Thou art the stan- 
dard of measures,") "full of wisdom, and perfect in beauty." It is quite fair, 
and according to scriptural usage, (compare Hosea xi. 1, with Matt. ii. 15,) to 
take such a passage as this out of its context, as primarily referable to a King of 
Tynas, but in a higher sense applicable to the King of Heaven. 

O Page 56. 

Eratostratus fired the temple of Diana at Ephesus, solely to make himself a 
name : the incendiary certamly succeeded, for he has come down to our times 
famous (if in no other way) at least for his criminal and foolish love of notorie- 
ty. Pythagoras induced the vulgar to believe in his supernatural quaUfications, 
by immuring himself in a cavernous pit for months, whence returning with a 
ghastly aspect, he gave out that he had been a visiter in Hades. As for Empe- 
docles. few cannot have heard, that he leaped into -^tna to make the world 
imagine that he had vanished from its surface as a god : unluckily, however, 
the volcano disgorged one of the philosopher's sandals, and proved at once the 
manner of his death, and the quality of his mind ; ex pede Herculem. 

(^') " Ccesafs wife^ Page 58. 

Pompeia, third wife of Julius Cgesar, and divorced from him, according to 
Plutarch, solely because " he would have the chastity of Caesar's wife free even 
from suspicion." 

(12) Page 59. 

Momus, a typification of the force of ridicule, was once counted among the 
hierarchs of heathen mythology : but, as he made game of every one, he never 



152 PROVKRBIAL PHILOSOPHY. Lsf.ries ii. 

found a friend ; and when at length, in a gush of hypercriticism, he presumed 
to censure the peerless JNIother of Beauty for awkwardness in walking, the en- 
raged celestials flung him from their sphere, and sent the fallen spirit down to 
men 

(^3) 1 Kings vii. 21. Page 77 

" He set the pillars in the porch of the temple ; and he set up the right pillar, 
and called the name thereof Jachin [He shall establish:] and he set up the left 
pillar; and called the name thereof Boaz [in it is strength:] and upon the top 
of the pillars was lily- work." 

(") Page 77. 

An application of the story of Curtius, (as given by Livy, lib. vii. 6,) who 
leaped into a gulf, in the forum, because the Auruspices had declared that it 
should never close until the most precious thing in Rome, "the strength of the 
city," had Deen flung into it. We are told that " equo, quam poterat maxime 
omato, insidentem, armatum se in specum immisisse." 

(15) Page 78. 

To drink with the throat of Crassus, may well be thought to have passed into 
a proverb for inordinate lust of wealth : for Orodes the Parthian, having over- 
thrown him in battle, cut off" his head, and then, to satirize the insatiable na- 
ture of his avarice, poured melted gold down his throat. The evil dreams of 
Midas are as famous as his other well-earned punishments ; and we are told that 
he died, in consequence of taking too violent a remedy for delivering himself 
from those nightly torments. 

C^) Page 90. 

Mr. Willis, in "Pencillings by the Way," vol. i. p. 115, gives a graphic 
account of the public burial-ground of Naples. * * * ** There are three hun- 
dred and sixty-five pits in this place, one of which is openedevery day forthe dead 
of the city. They are thrown in without shroud or coffin, and the pit sealed up 
at night for a year." * * " And thus are flung into this noisome pit, like beasts, 
the greater part of the population of this vast city, — the young and old, the vi- 
cious and the virtuous together, without the decency even of a rag to keep up 
the distinctions of life ! Can human he'ni^s thus be thrown away 1 men like 
ourselves, women, children, like our sisters and brothers'? I never was so hu- 
miliated in my life as by this horrid spectacle. I did not think a man — a felon 
even, or a leper, — what you will, that is guilty or debased, — I did not think any 
thing that had been human could be so recklessly abandoned. Pah ! It makes 
one sick at heart! God grant 1 may never die at Naples!" 

Truly this would seem to spoil the proverb, Vedi Napoli, poi mori. 



sehies II.] NOTES. 153 

0^) Page 91. 

Sophocles lived to be nearly a hundred years old, and to typify the perpetual 
fame of their " sweet Attic bee," the Athenians used to decorate his tomb with 
festoons of flowering ivy. 

(18) Page 91. 

Mr. Catlin in his interesting work on the North American tribes, vol. ii. p. 
10, alludes to "the usual mode of the Omahas, of depositing their dead in the 
crotches, and on the branches of trees, enveloped in skins," &c. 

(19) (( Hemmed in by hostikfoes^ the trifler is busied on an epigram.'' 
Page 109. 

Even in matters temporal, a literal instance of tliis occurs in the history of 
Frederick the Great of Prussia, who, during the mortal struggles of the seven 
years' war, frequently occupied the eve before a battle in the studious compo- 
sition of profane jests, and bad poetry. 

O « Nine Homers;' ^c. Page 116. 

It is true that seven of these have so perished from memory, that we know 
nothing of their works ; we only know they lived : an eighth, however, he of 
Hierapolis and one of the poetic Pleiades of the age of Philadelphus, is reported 
to have written no less than five-and-forty plays. 

Musaeus, a Uttle lower down, is Virgil's tall prophet in the Elysian fields, men- 
tioned ^n. vi. 667. 

" Musaeum ante omnes ; medium nam plurima turba 
Hunc habet, atque humeris extantem suspicit altis." 

(2^ " Sons of Mattathias," ^c. Page 112. 

John, Simon, Judas, Eleazar, and Jonathan, who liberated Israel from the 
domination of the Greeks, about b. c. 160 ; and who were known by the gene- 
ral name of the Maccabees, irom tne initial Hebrew letters of the first four 
words from Ex. xv. 11, being inscribed on their standard. 

(^2) « The word for both is one," fyc. Page 126. 

irtaris, a derivative from -midofxai, will almost as readily bear the sense of obe- 
dience, as of persuasion, and of credence. I know not whether a similar latent 
sympathy may be thought to exist between our own old English word " faith," 
and the Norman "fait," factum, a deed: at any rate, the coincidence is worth 
passing notice. 



154 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. [series ii. 

(^3) a Ovid had been wise for winking.'' Page 131. 

The poet Ovid was exiled for life to the shares of the Black Sea for having 
seen, and indiscreetly divulged, some intrigue in the family of Augustus. He 
complains frequently of this hard lot ; for example, 

" Inscia quod crimen viderunt lumina plector, 
Peccatumque oculos est habuisse meum." 

But he might with greater justice have accused his tongue than his eyes. 

(2^) Page 142. 

Madame de Stael somewhere uses these words : " To enjoy ourselves, we 
must seek solitude. It was in the Bastile that I first became acquainted with 
myself." 

Scipio is reported to have originated the popular sayings, "1 am never less 
idle than when I have most leisure," and " I am never less alone than when 
alone." 

The Emperor Charles V., with the example of Dioclesian before hini, resign- 
ed his crown, and retired from the world to the monastery of St. Just, at Pia- 
zencia, in Spain : where, ts Eobertson says, *' he buried in sohtude and silence 
his gi'andeur and his ambition." 

(25) Page 145. 

It maybe necessary to acquaint the reader that this section takes a retrospec- 
tive glance at my former series of subjects treated in the proverbial style : a brief 
recapitulation of the present series follows, finishing the work. 



THE END. 



THOUSAND LINES 



NOW FIRST OFFERED 



TO THE WORLD ¥E LIVE IN. 



BY MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER, A.M., F.R.S., 

AUTHOR OF "proverbial PHILOSOPHY," &C. 



" O deem not, midst this worldly strife, 
An idle art the Poet brings, — 
Let high Philosophy control 
And Sages calm the stream of life, 
'Tls he refines its fountain springs, 
The nobler passions of the soul." 

Casipbell. 



NEW YORK: 
WILEY & PUTNAM, 161 BROADWAY. 

1847. 



CONTENTS. 



Prologue 
Sloth 
Activity- 
Adventure 
The Song of Sixteen 
Forty 
Seventy- 
Nature's Nobleman 
Never give up 
The Sun 
The Moon 
The Stars . 
Forgive and Forget 
My Mind's Kingdom 
Tarring Church 
Sonnet, on a Birth 
Duty 
Counsel 
Home 
Byegones 
Rule Britannia 
Emigrant Ship 
Assurance of Horace . 
Assurance of Ovid 
Post Letters . 
Society 

On an Infant . 
Epilogue 






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18 
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32 
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PROLOGUE, 



My heart presents her gift ; in turn, of thee 

I ask a little time, an idle hour, 
Kindly to spend with these my thoughts and me, 

Wooing the fragrance of the Muses' bower ; 
Not without name or note, yet nameless now 

As one devoid of fame and skill and power, 

Bearing no charge upon mine argent shield, 
A candidate unknown with vizored brow, 

Full of young hopes I dare the tented field ! — 
Not so : — this is no time for measuring swords ; 

Thou art no craven though thy spirit yield, 
For yonder are fair looks and friendly words : 

Choose a more peaceful image : — here, reveal'd 
Shines a small sample of my golden hoards. 



SLOTH. 



SLOTH. 



' A LITTLE more sleep, a little more slumber, 

A little more folding the hands to sleep," 
For quick-footed dreams without order or number, 

Over my mind are beginning to creep, — 
Rare is the happiness thus to be raptured 

By your wild whispers, my Fanciful train, 
And, like a linnet, be carelessly captured 

In the soft nets of my beautiful brain ! 

Touch not these curtains ! — your hand will be tearing 

Delicate tissues of thoughts and of things ; — 
Call me not I — your cruel voice will be scaring 

Flocks of young visions on gossamer wings : 
Leave me, O leave me, — for in your rude presence 

Nothing of all my bright world can remain, — 
Thou art a blight to this garden of pleasance, 

Thou art a blot on my beautiful brain ! 

Cease your dull lecture on cares and employment, 

Let me forget awhile trouble and strife. 
Leave me to peace, — let me husband enjoyment, — 

This is the heart and the marrow of life ! 
For to my feeling the choicest of pleasures 

Is to lie thus, without peril or pain. 
Lazily listening the musical measures 

Of the sweet voice in my beautiful brain ! 



ACTIVITY. 



Hush, — for the halo of calmness is spreading 

Over my spirit, as mild as a dove ; 
Hush, — for the angel of comfort is shedding 

Over my body his vial of love ; 
Hush, — for new slumbers are over me stealing, 

Thus would I court them again and again, 
Hush, — for my heart is intoxicate, — reeling 

In the swift waltz of my beautiful brain ! 



ACTIVITY 



Open the casement and up with the Sun ! 

His gallant journey is just begun ; 

Over the hills his chariot is roU'd, 

Banner'd with glory, and burnished with gold, — 

Over the hills he comes sublime. 

Bridegroom of Earth, and brother of Time ! 

Day hath broken, joyous and fair ; 
Fragrant and fresh is the morning air, — 
Beauteous and bright those orient hues, 
Balmy and sweet these early dews ; 
O, there is health, and wealth, and bliss 
In dawning Nature's motherly kiss ! 

Lo, the wondering world awakes, 

With its rosy-tipp'd mountains and gleaming lakes, 

With its fields and cities, deserts and trees, 

Its calm old cliffs, and its sounding seas, 

In all their gratitude blessing HIM 

Who dwelleth between the Cherubim ! 



10 ADVENTURE. 



Break away boldly from Sleep's leaden chain ; 

Seek not to forge that fetter again ; 

Rather, with vigor and resolute nerve, 

Up, up, to bless man, and thy Master to serve, 

Thankful and hopeful, and happy to raise 

The offering of prayer, and the incense of praise ! 

Gird thee, and do thy watching well. 

Duty's Christian sentinel ! 

Sloth and Slumber never had part 

In the warrior's will, or the patriot's heart ; 

Soldier of God on an enemy's shore ! 

Slumber and sloth thrall thee no more. 



ADVENTURE. 



How gladly would I wander through some strange and savage 

land. 
The lasso at my saddle bow, the rifle in my hand, 
A leash of gallant mastiffs bounding by my side, 
And for a friend to love, the noble horse on which I ride ! 

Alone, alone — yet not alone, for God is with me there, 
The tender hand of Providence shall guide me everywhere, 
While happy thoughts and holy hopes, as spirits calm and mild, 
Shall fan with their sweet wings the hermit-hunter of the wild ! 

Without a guide, — yet guided well, — young, buoyant, fresh and 

free, 
Without a road, — yet all the land a highway unto me, — 
Without a care, without a fear, without a grief or pain, 
Exultingly I thread the woods, or gallop o'er the plain ! 



ADVENTURE. li 



Or, brushing through the copse, from his leafy home I start 

The stately elk, or tusky boar, the bison, or the hart. 

And then, — with eager spur, to scour, away, away. 

Nor stop, — until my dogs have brought the gjlorious brute to bay. 

Or, if the gang of hungry wolves come yelling on my track, 
I make my ready rifle speak, and scare the cowards back ; 
Or, if the lurking leopard's eyes among the branches shine, 
A touch upon the trigger — and his spotted skin is mine ! 

And then the hunter's savory fare at tranquil eventide, — 
The dappled deer I shot to-day upon the green hill-side ; 
My feasted hounds are slumbering round beside the watercourse, 
And plenty of sweet prairie-grass for thee, my noble horse. 

Hist ! hist ! I heard some prowler snarling in the wood ; 
I seized my knife and trusty gun, and face to face we stood ! 
The Grizzly Bear came rushing on, — and, as he rush'd, he fell ! 
Hie at him, dogs ! my rifle has done its duty well ! 

Hie at him, dogs ! one bullet cannot kill a foe so grim ; 
The God of battles nerve a man to grapple now with him, — 
And straight between his hugging arms I plunge my whetted 

knife, 
Ha — ha ! it splits his iron heart, and drinks the ruddy life ! 

Frantic struggles — welling blood — the strife is almost o'er, — 
The shaggy monster, feebly panting, wallows in his gore, — 
Here, lap it hot, my gallant hounds, — the blood of foes is sweet ; 
Here, gild withal your dewlapp'd throats, and wash your brawny 
feet! 

So shall we beard those tyrants in their dens another day, 
Nor tamely wait, with slavish fear, their coming in the way ; 
And pleasant thoughts of peace and home shall fill our dreams 

to-night. 
For lo, the God of battles has help'd us in the fight ! 



12 THE SONG OF SIXTEEN. 



THE SONG OF SIXTEEN. 



Who shall guess what I may be ? 

Who can tell my fortune to me ? 

For, bravest and brightest that ever was sung 

May be — and shall be — the lot of the young ! 

Hope, with her prizes and victories won, 
Shines in the blaze of my morning sun, 
Conquering Hope, with golden ray, 
Blessing my landscape far away ; 

All the meadows and hills are green, 
And rippling waters glance between, — 
All my skies are rosy bright, 
Laughing in triumph at yester-night : 

My heart, my heart within me swells, 
Panting, and stirring its hundred wells :— • 
For youth is a noble seed that springs 
Into the flower of heroes and kings ! 

Rich in the present, though poor in the past, 
I yearn for the future, vague and vast ; 
And lo ! what treasure of glorious things 
Giant Futurity sheds from his wings ; 

Pleasures are there, like drooping balms. 
And glory and honor with chaplets and palms, 
And mind well at ease, and gladness and health, 
A river of peace, and a mine of wealth ! 



FORTY. 13 



Away with your counsels, and hinder me not, — 
On, on let me press to my brilliant lot ; 
Young and strong, and sanguine and free, 
How knowest thou what I may be ? 



FORTY. 



Ah, poor youth ! in pitiful truth. 
Thy pride must feel a fall, poor youth : 
What thou shalt be well have I seen, — = 
Thou shalt be only what others have been. 

Haply, within a fev/ swift years, 
A mind bowed down with troubles and fears, 
The commonest drudge of men and things. 
Instead of your — conquering heroes and kings : 

Haply, to follies an early wreck,— 

For the cloud of presumption is now like a speck. 

And with a whelming, sudden sweep 

The storm of temptation roars over the deep ; 

Lower the sails of pride, rash youth, — 
Stand to the lowly tiller of truth ; 
Quick ! or your limber bark shall be 
The sport of the winds on a stormy sea. 

Care and peril in lieu of joy, — 

Guilt and dread may be thine, proud boy : 

Lo, thy mantling chalice of life 

Is foaming with sorrow, and sickness, and strife ; 



U THE SONG OF SEVENTY. 

Cheated by pleasure, and sated with pain, — 
Watching for honor, and watching in vain, — 
Aching in heart, and ailing in head. 
Wearily earning daily bread. 

— It is well. I discern a tear on thy cheek : 
It is well, — thou art humble, and silent, and meek : 
Now, — courage again ! and, with peril to cope. 
Gird thee with vigor, and helm thee with hope ! 

For life, good youth, hath never an ill 

Which hope cannot scatter, and faith cannot kill ; 

And stubborn realities never shall bind 

The free-spreading wings of a cheerful mind. 



THE SONG OF SEVENTY, 



I AM not old, — I cannot be old, 

Though threescore years and ten 
Have wasted away, like a tale that is told, 

The lives of other men : 

I am not old ; though friends and foes 

Alike have gone to their graves. 
And left me alone to my joys or my woes, 

As a rock in the midst of the waves : 

I am not old, — I cannot be old. 

Though tottering, wrinkled, and grey ; 

Though my eyes are dim, and my marrow is cold, 
Call me not old to-day. 



THE SONG OF SEVENTY. 15 

For, early memories round me throng, 

Old times, and manners, and men. 
As I look behind on my journey so long 

Of threescore miles and ten ; 

I look behind, and am once more young, 

Buoyant, and brave, and bold. 
And my heart can sing, as of yore it sung. 

Before they called me old. 

I do not see her — the old wife there — 

Shrivelled, and haggard, and grey. 
But I look on her blooming, and soft, and fair, 

As she was on her wedding-day : 

I do not see you, daughters and sons, 

In the likeness of women and men. 
But I kiss you now as I kissed you once, 

My fond little children then : 

And, as my own grandson rides on my knee, 

Or plays with his hoop or kite, 
I can well recollect I was merry as he — 

The bright-eyed little wight ! 

'Tis not long since, — it cannot be long, — 

My years so soon were spent. 
Since I was a boy, both straight and strong, 

Yet now am I feeble and bent. 

A dream, a dream, — it is all a dream ! 

A strange, sad dream, good sooth ; 
For old as I am, and old as I seem. 

My heart is full of youth : 

Eye hath not seen, tongue hath not told. 

And ear hath not heard it sung. 
How buoyant and bold, though it seem to grow old, 

Is the heart, for ever young ! 



16 NATURE'S NOBLEMAN. 

For ever young, — though life's old age 
Hath every nerve unstrung ; 

The heart, the heart is a heritage 
That keeps the old man young ! 



NATURE'S NOBLEMAN. 



Away with false fashion, so calm and so chill, 

Where pleasure itself cannot please ; 
Away with cold breeding, that faithlessly still 

Affects to be quite at its ease ; 
For the deepest in feeling is highest in rank. 

The freest is first in the band. 
And nature's own Nobleman, friendly and frank, 

Is a man with his heart in his hand ! 

Fearless in honesty, gentle yet just, 

He warmly can love, — and can hate. 
Nor will he bow down with his face in the diist 

To Fashion's intolerant state : 
For best in good breeding, and highest in rank, 

Though lowly or poor in the land. 
Is nature's own Nobleman, friendly and frank. 

The man with his heart in his hand ! 

His fashion is passion, sincere and intense, 

His impulses, simple and true, 
Yet tempered by judgment, and taught by good sense, 

And cordial with me, and with you : 
For the finest in manners, as highest in rank. 

It is you, man ! or you, man ! who stand 
Nature's own Nobleman, friendly and frank, 

A man with his heart in his hand ! 



NEVER GIVE UP. 17 



NEVER GIVE UPl 



Never give up ! it is wiser and better 

Always to hope, than once to despair ; 
Fling off the load of Doubt's cankering fetter, 

And break the dark spell of tyrannical care : 
Never give up ! or the burden may sink you, — 

Providence kindly has mingled the cup, 
And in all trials or troubles, bethink you. 

The watchword of life must be. Never give up ! 

Never give up ! there are chances and changes 

Helping the hopeful a hundred to one. 
And through the chaos High Wisdom arranges 

Ever success, — if you'll only hope on : 
Never give up ! for the wisest is boldest, 

Knowing that Providence mingles the cup, 
And of all maxims the best, as the oldest. 

Is the true watchword of Never give up ! 

Never give up ! — though the grape-shot may rattle, 

Or the full thunder-cloud over you burst. 
Stand like a rock, — and the storm or the battle 

Little shall harm you, though doing their worst : 
Never give up ! — if adversity presses. 

Providence wisely has mingled the cup, 
And the best counsel, in all your distresses. 

Is the stout watchword of Never give up ! 



IB THE MOON. 



THE SUN. 



Blame not, ye million worshippers of gold- 
Modern idolators — their works and ways, 

When Asia's children, in the times of old, 

Knelt to the sun, outpouring prayer and praise 
As to God's central throne ; for when the blaze 

Of that grand eye is on me, and I stand 
Watching its majesty with painful gaze, 

I too could kneel among that Persian band. 
Had not the Architect of yon bright sphere 

Taught me Himself: bidding me look above, 
Beneath, around, and still to iind Him — here ! 

King of the heart, dwelling in no fixt globe, 
But gladly thron'd within the spirit of love, 

Wearing that light ethereal as a robe. 



THE MOON. 



J 



I KNOV^ thee not, O moon, — thou caverned realm, 

Sad satellite, a giant ash of death. 

Where cold, alternate, and the sulphurous breath 
Of ravaging volcanoes, overwhelm 



THE STARS. Id 



All chance of life like ours, — art thou not 

Some fallow world, after a reaping time 
Of creatures' judgment, resting in thy lot ? 
Or haplier must I take thee for the blot 

On God's fair firmament, the home of crime. 
The prison-house of sin, where damned souls 

Feed upon punishment ? — O thought sublime, 
That, amid Night's black deeds, when evil prowls 

Through the broad world, then, watching sinners well, 
Glares over all the wakeful eye of — Hell ! 



THE STARS. 



FAR-flaming stars, ye sentinels of Space, 

Patient and silent ministers around 
Your Queen, the moon, whose melancholy face 

Seems ever pale with pity and grief profound 
For sinful Earth, — I, a poor groveller here, 

A captive eagle chain'd to this dull ground, 
Look up and love your light in hope and fear : 

Hope, that among your myriad host is one, 
A kingdom for my spirit, a bright place 

Where I shall reign when this short race is run, 

An heir of joy, and glory's mighty son ! 
Yet, while I hope, the fear v^ill freeze my brain — 
What if indeed for worthless me remain 

No waiting sceptre, no predestined throne ? 



20 FORGIVE AND FORGET. 



THE STARS. 



Hence, doubts of darkness ! I am not mine own, 

But ransomed by the King of that bright host : 

In Him my just humility shall boast, 
And claim through Him that sceptre and that throne. 
Yes, world of light, — when by the booming sea 

At eve I loiter on this shingly coast, 
In seeming idleness, — I gaze on thee 
(I know not which — but one), fated to be 

My glorious heritage, my heavenly home, 
A temple and a paradise for me, ^ 

Whence my celestial form at will may roam 

To other worlds, unthought and unexplor'd, 
Whose atmosphere is bliss and liberty. 

The palaces and gardens of the Lord ! 



FORGIVE AND FORGET. 



When streams of unkindness, as bitter as gall, 
Bubble up from the heart to the tongue. 

And meekness is writhing in torment and thrall, 
By the hands of Ingratitude wrung, — 



FORGIVE AND FORGET. 21 

In the heat of injustice, unwept and unfair, 

While the anguish is festering yet. 
None, none but an angel or God can declare 

" 1 now can forgive and forget." 

But, if the bad spirit is chased from the heart, 

And the lips are in penitence steep'd. 
With the wrong so repented the wrath will depart, 

Though scorn on injustice were heaped ; 
For the best compensation is paid for all ill. 

When the cheek with contrition is wet, 
And every one feels it is possible still. 

At once to forgive and forget. 

To forget ? It is hard for a man with a mind, 

However his heart may forgive, 
To blot out all perils and dangers behind. 

And but for the future to live : 
Then how shall it be ? for at every turn 

Recollection the spirit will fret. 
And the ashes of injury smoulder and burn, 

Though we strive to forgive and forget. 

Oh, hearken ! my tongue shall the riddle unseal, 

And mind shalt be partner with heart. 
While thee to thyself I bid conscience reveal, 

And show thee how evil thou art : 
Remember thy follies, thy sins, and — thy crimes, 

How vast is that infinite debt ! 
Yet mercy hath seven by seventy times 

Been swift to forgive and forget ! 

Brood not on insults or injuries old, 

For thou art injurious too, — 
Count not their sum till the total is told. 

For thou art unkind and untrue : 
And if all thy harms are forgotten, forgiven. 

Now mercy with justice is met, 
Oh, who would not gladly take lessons of heaven, 

Nor learn to forgive and forget ! 



22 MY MIND'S KINGDOM. 

Yes, yes ; let a man, when his enemy weeps, 

Be quick to receive him a friend ; 
For thus on his head in kindness he heaps 

Hot coals, — to refine and amend ; 
And hearts that are Christian more eagerly yearn, 

As a nurse on her innocent pet. 
Over lips that, once bitter, to penitence turn, 

And whisper. Forgive and forget. 



''MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS." 



Eureka ! this is truth sublime. 
Defying change, outwrestling time — 
Eureka ! well that truth is told, 
Wisely spake the bard of old — 
Eureka ! there is peace and praise 
In this short and simple phrase, 
A sea of comforts, wide and deep. 
Wherein my conscious soul to steep, 
A hoard of happy-making wealth 
To doat on, miserly, by stealth, 
Through Time my reason's ripest fruit, 
For all eternity its root. 
Earth's harvest, and the seed of heaven. 
To me, to me, by mercy given ! 

Yes, eureka, — I have found it. 
And before the world will sound it ; 
This remains, and still shall stay 
When life's gauds have passed away, 
This, of old my treasure-truth. 
The bosom joy that warm'd my youth, 



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MY MIND'S KINGDOM. 23 

My happiness in manhood's prime, 
My triumph down the stream of time, 
Till death shall lull this heart in age. 
And deathless glory crown my page, 
My grace-born truth and treasure this, — 
" My mind to me a kingdom is." 

Noble solace, true and strong, 
Great reward for human wrong. 
With an inward blessing still 
To compensate all earthly ill, 
To recompense for adverse fates. 
Woes, or wants, or scorns, or hates, 
To cherish, after man's neglect. 
When foes deride, and friends suspect, 
To soothe and bless the spirit bow'd 
Down by the selfish and the proud, 
To lift the soul above this scene 
Of petty troubles trite and mean, 

there is moral might in this, — 
" My mind to me a kingdom is.'^ 

Carve it deep, with letters bold, 
In the imperishable gold. 
Grave it on some primal rock 
That hath stood the earthquake shock, 
Make that word a citizen 
Dwelling in the hearts of men, 
Sound it in the ears of age. 
Stamp it on the printed page. 
Gladden sympathizing youth 
With the soft music of this truth, 
This echoed note of heavenly bliss, 
" My mind to me a kingdom is.'^ 

Ay, chide or scorn, — I will be proud, — 

1 am not of a slavish crowd ; 

No serf is here to outward things, — 

He rules with chiefs ! he reigns with kings ! 



24 MY MIND'S KINGDOM. 

Tell out thy secret joys, my mind, 
Free and fearless as the wind, 
And pour the triumphs of the soul 
In words that like a river roll 
Foaming on with vital force 
From their ever-gushing source. 
Fountains of truth, that overwhelm 
With swollen streams this royal realm, 
And in Nilotic richness steep 
My heart's Thebaid, rank and deep ! 

Or bolder, as my thoughts inspire, 
Change that water into fire ! 
From the vext bowels of my soul 
Lava currents roar and roll, 
Bursting out in torrent wide 
Through my crater's ragged side. 
Rushing on from field to field. 
Till all with boiling stone is sealed. 
And my hot thoughts, in language pent, 
Stand their own granite monument ! 

Yes ! all the elements are mine. 

To crush, create, dissolve, combine, — 

All mine, — the confidence is just, 

On God I ground my high-born trust 

To stand, when pole is rent from pole, 

Calm in my majesty of soul. 

Watching the throes of this wreck 'd world, 

When from their thrones the Alps are hurl'd, 

When fire consumes earth, sea, and air. 

To stand, unharm'd, undaunted there, 

And grateful still to boast in this, 

" My mind to me a kingdom is." 

Brother poet, dead so long, 
Heed these echoes to thy song, 



MY MIND'S KINGDOM. 25 

And love me now, where'er thou art, 

Yearning with magnetic heart 

From thy throne in some bright sphere 

On this poor brother, grovelling here ; 

For I, too, I can stoutly sing 

I am every inch a king ! 

A king of Thought, a Potentate 

Of glorious spiritual state, 

A king of Thought, a king of Mind, 

Realms unmapped and undefined, — 

A king ! beneath no man's control, 

Invested with a royal soul, 

Crown'd by God's imperial hand 

Before Him as a king to stand, 

And by His wisdom train'd and taught 

To rule my realms as King of Thought. 



O thoughts, — how ill my fellow-men, 

thoughts, — how scantly my poor pen 
Can guess or tell the myriad host 
Wherewith you crowd my kingdom's coast ! 
For I am hemm'd and throng'd about 
With your triumphant rabble-rout. 
Hurried along by that mad flood. 

The joy-excited multitude ; 
A conqueror, borne upon the foam. 
Of his great people's gladness home, 
A monarch in his grandest state, 
On whom a thousand thousand wait ! 
Lo ! they come — my Tribes of Thought, 
Fierce and fiush'd and fever-fraught ! 
From the horizon all around 

1 hear with pride their coming sound ; 
See ! their banners circling near, — 
Glittering groves of shield and spear, 
Flying clouds of troopers gay, 
Serried lines in dark array, 

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26 MY MIND'S KINGDOM. 

Veterans calm with temper'd sword, 
And a dishevelled frantic horde, — 
On they come with furious force, 
Tramping foot and thundering horse, 
On they come, converging loud, 
With clanging arms, a glorious crowd 
Shouting impatient, fierce and free. 
For me, their Monarch, yea, for me ! 

Then, in my majesty and power, 

1 quell the madness of the hour. 

Bid that tumultuous turmoil cease, 

And frown my multitudes to peace. 

Each to his peril and his post ! 

All hush'd throughout my mighty host : 

Courage clear, and duty stern, — 

Heads that freeze and hearts that burn ; 

Marshalled straight in order due, 

Legions ! pass in swift review, 

Bending to my blazoned Will, 

Loyal to that standard still, 

And hailing me with homage then 

King of Thoughts — and thus, of Men ! 

What ? am I powerless to control 

Nations, by my single soul ? 

What ? have I not made thousands thrill 

By the mere impulse of my will, 

When the strong Thought goes forth, and binds 

Captive a wondering herd of minds ? 

And is not this to reign alone 

More than the ermine and the throne, 

The jewelled state, the gilded rooms, 

The mindless man in borrowed plumes ? 

Yes, — if the inmate soul outweighs 

Its dull clay house in power and praise : 

Yes, — if Eternity be true. 

And Time both false and fleeting too, 



MY MIND'S KINGDOM. 27 



Then, humbler kings, my boast be this, 
" My mind to me a kingdom is." 

And what, though weak and slow of speech, 

111 to comfort, dull to teach ? 

What, though hiding from the ken 

Of my small prying fellow-men, — 

Still within my musing mind. 

Wisdom's secret stores I find, 

And, little noticed, sweetly feed 

On hidden manna, meat indeed, 

Blessed thoughts I never told 

Unconsidered, uncontroll'd. 

Rushing by as thick and fast 

As autumn leaves upon the blast : 

Or better, like the gracious rain 

Dropping on some thirsty plain. 

And is not this to be a king, 

To carry in my heart a spring 

Of ceaseless pleasures, deep and pure, 

Wealth cannot buy, nor power procure ? 

Yea, — by the poet's artless art. 

And the sweet searchings of his heart, 

By his unknown unheeded bliss, 

" My mind to me a kingdom is." 

Place me on some desert shore 

Foot of man ne'er wandered o'er ; 

Lock me in a lonely cell, 

Beneath some prison citadel ; 

Still, here or there, within I find 

My quiet kingdom of the Mind ; 

Nay, — mid the tempest fierce and dark, 

Float me on peril's frailest bark. 

My quenchless soul could sit and think 

And smile at danger's dizziest brink : 

And wherefore ? — God, my God, is still 

King of kings in good and ill ; 



MY MIND'S KINGDOM. 



And where he dwelleth — everywhere — 
Safety supreme and peace are there ; 
And where he reigneth — all around — 
Wisdom, and love, and power are found ; 
And reconciled to him and bliss, 
** My mind to me a kingdom is." 



Thus for my days ; each waking hour 
Grand with majesty and power, 
Every minute rich in treasure. 
Gems of peace, and pearls of pleasure. 
And for my nights, those wondrous nights ! 
How manifold my mind's delights. 
When the young truant, gladly caught 
In its own labyrinths of thought. 
Finds there another realm to range. 
The dynasties of Chance and Change. 
O dreams, — what know I not of dreams ? 
Their name, their very essence, seems 
A tender light, not dark nor clear, 
A sad sweet mystery wild and dear, 
A dull soft feeling unexplained, 
A lie half true, a truth half feigned ; 
O dreams, — what know I not of dreams ? 
When Reason, with inebriate gleams. 
Looses from his wise control 
The prancing Fancies of the soul, 
And sober Judgment, slumbering still, 
Sets free Caprice to guide the Will. 
Within one night have I not spent 
Years of adventurous banishi:oent, 
Strangely groping like the blind 
In the dark caverns of my mind ? 
Have I not dwelt, from eve till morn, 
Lifetimes in length for praise or scorn, 
With fancied joys, ideal woes. 
And all sensation's warmest glows. 



MY MIND'S KINGDOM. 29 

Wondrously thus expanding Life 
Through seeming scenes of peace or strife, 
Until I verily reign sublime, 
A great creative king of Time ? 



And there are people, things, and places, 

Usual themes, familiar faces, 

A second life, that looks as real 

As this dull world's own unideal. 

Another life of dreams by night, 

That, still forgotten, wanes in light. 

Yet seems itself to wake and sleep. 

And in that sleep. dreams doubly deep. 

While those same dreams may dream anon, 

Tangled mazes wandering on ! 

Yes, I have often, weak and worn, 

Feebly waked at earliest morn. 

As a shipwreck'd sailor, tost 

By the wild waves on some rough coast, 

Of perils past remembering naught 

But some dim cataracts of thought, 

And only roused betimes to know 

That yesterday seems years ago ! 

And I can apprehend full well 

What old Pythagoras could tell 

Of other scenes, and other climes. 

And other Selfs in other times ; 

For, oft my consciousness has reel'd 

With scores of '' Richards in the field," 

As, multiform, with no surprise, 

I see myself in other guise. 

And wonderless walk side by side 

With mine own soul, self-multiplied ! 

If it be royal then to reign 

Over an infinite domain, 

If it be more than monarch can 

To lengthen out the life of man, 



30 MY MIND'S KINGDOM. 



Yea, if a godlike thing it be 
To revel in ubiquity, 
Is there but empty boast in this, 
" My mind to me a kingdom is ?" 



— Peace, rash fool ; be proud no more, 

Count thy faults and follies o'er. 

Turn aside, and note within 

Thy secret charnel-house of Sin, 

Thy bitter heart, thy covetous mind. 

Evil thoughts, and words unkind : 

Can so foul and mean a thing 

Reign a spiritual King ? 

Art thou not — yea thou, thyself. 

In hope a slave to pride and pelf? 

Art thou not, — yea thou, my mind. 

Weak and naked, poor and blind ? 

Yea, be humble ; yea, be still ; 

Meekly bow that rebel Will ; 

Seek not selfishly for praise ; 

Go more softly all thy days ; 

For to thee belongs no power, 

Wretched insect of an hour, — 

And if God, in bounteous dole. 

Hath grafted life upon thy soul. 

Know thou, there is out of Him 

Nor light in mind, nor might in limb ; 

And, but for One, who from the grave 

Of sin and death stood forth to save. 

Thy mind, that royal mind of thine. 

So great, ambitious, and divine. 

Would but a root of anguish be, 

A madness and a misery, 

A bitter fear, a hideous care 

All too terrible to bear. 

Kingly, — but king of pains and woes, 

The sceptred slave to throbs and throes ! 



TARRING CHURCH. 31 



Justly then, my God, to thee, 
My royal soul shall bend the knee. 
My royal soul, Thy glorious breath, 
By Thee set free from guilt and death, 
Before Thy Majesty bows down, 
Offering the homage of her crown, 
Well pleased to sing in better bliss, 
" My God to me a kingdom is," 



TARRING CHURCH. 



Mother, — beneath fair Tarring's heavenward spire, 
Where in old years thy youthful vows were paid, 

When God had granted thee thy heart's desire. 
And she went forth a wife, who came a maid. 
With mindful steps thus wisely have we stray'd, 

Full of deep thoughts : for where that sacred fire 
Of Love was kindled, in the selfsame spot, 
Thou, with the dear companion of thy lot. 

Thy helpmate all those years, mine honor'd sire, 
To-day have found fulfilled before your eyes 

The promise of old time ; — look round and see 
Thy children's children ! lo, these babes arise, 

And call thee blessed : Blessed both be ye ! 

And in your blessing bless ye these, and me. 



32 DUTY. 



SONNET; ON A BIRTH. 



At length,— a dreary length of many years, 

God's favor hath shone forth ! and blest thee well, 

O handmaid of the Lord, for all thy tears, 

For all thy prayers, and hope, and faith — and fears, 
With that best treasure of consummate joy 

A childless wife alone can fully tell 

How sorely long withheld — her first-born boy : 

This blessing is from heav'n ; to heav'n once more, 
Another Hannah with her Samuel, 
Render thou back the talent yielding ten, 
A spirit, trained right early to adore, 
A heart, to yearn upon its fellow-men, 

A being, meant and made for endless heaven. 

This give to God : this, God to thee hath given. 



DUTY. 



Pearls before swine : this is an old complaint ; 

In very humbleness and not in pride 
The spirit feels it true ; yet makes a feint 

To rest with man's neglect well satisfied, 
And have its wealth of words, its stores of thought 

Despised or unregarded : woe betide 
The heart that lives on praise ! considering naught 



COUNSEL. 33 



Of Duty's royal edicts, that command 
Thy talents to be lent, thy lamp to shine : 

Soul, be not faint ; nor, body, stay thy hand ; 
Heed only this, — not whether those be swine, 

But whether these be pearls, precious and pure ; 
That so, whatever fate the world make thine, 

With God for Judge, thy guerdon be secure. 



COUNSEL. 

FOR MUSIC. 



There is a time for praising. 

And a better time for pray'r, — 
The heart its anthem raising. 

Or uttering its care : 
One minute is for smiling. 

And another for the tear, — 
Hope, by turns, beguiling. 

Or her haggard brother. Fear. 

But, if in joy thou praisest 

The generous Hand that gave, — 
And if in woe thou raisest 

The prayer that He may save ; 
Thy griefs shall seem all pleasure, 

As the chidings of a Friend, 
And thy joy's ecstatic measure 

A beginning without end ! 

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34 HOME. 



HOME. 

FOR MUSIC. 



I NEVER left the place that knew me, 

And may never know me more, 
Where the cords of kindness drew me. 

And have gladdened me of yore, 
But my secret soul has smarted 

With a feeling full of gloom 
For the days that are departed, 

And the place I call'd my Home. 

I am not of those who wander 

Unaffectioned here and there. 
But my heart must still be fonder 

Of my sites of joy or care ; 
And I point sad memory's finger 

(Though my faithless foot may roam) 
Where I've most been made to linger 

In the place I call'd my Home. 



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BYEGONES. 35 



BYEGONES, 



FOR MUSIC. 



" Let byegones be byegones," — they foolishly say, 

And bid me be wise and forget them ; 
But old recollections are active to-day, 

And I can do naught but regret them ; 
Though the present be pleasant, all joyous and gay, 

And promising well for the morrow, 
I love to look back on the years past away. 

Embalming my byegones in sorrow. 

If the morning of life has a mantle of grey 

Its noon will be blither and brighter. 
If March has its storm, there is sunshine in May, 

And light out of darkness is lighter : 
Thus the present is pleasant, a cheerful to-day, 

With a wiser, a soberer gladness, 
Because it is tinged with the mellowing ray 

Of a yesterday's sunset of sadness. 



36 RULE, BRITANNIA. 



RULE, BRITANNIA f 

A STIRRING SOJVG FOR PATRIOTS, 
IN THE YEAR 1860. 

To the tune of " Wha ivouldna fight for Charlie ?" 



Rise ! ye gallant youth of Britain, 

Gather to your country's call, 
On your hearts her name is written^ 

Rise to help her, one and all ! 
Cast away each feud and faction, 

Brood not over wrong nor ill, — 
Rouse your virtues into action. 

For we love our country still, — 
Hail, Britannia ! hail, Britannia ! 

Raise that thrilling shout once more ; 
Rule, Britannia ! Rule, Britannia ! 

Conqueror over sea and shore ! 

France is coming, full of bluster, 

Hot to wipe away her stain, 
Therefore, brothers, here we muster 

Just to give it her again ! 
And if foemen, blind v.ith fury, 

Dare to cross our ocean-gulf, 
Wait not then for judge nor jury, — 

Shoot them as you would a wolf! 
For Britannia, just Britannia, 

Claims our chorus as before ; 
Rule, Britannia ! Rule, Britannia ! 

Conqueror over sea and shore. 



RULE, BRITANNIA. 37 



They may writhe, for we have galled them 

With our guns in every clime, — 
They may hate us, for we called them 

Serfs and subjects in old time ! 
Boasting Gaul, we calmly scorn you 

As old ^sop's bull the frogs ; 
Come and welcome ! for, we warn you, 

We shall fling you to our dogs ! 
For Britannia, our Britannia, 

Thunders with a lion's roar ; 
Rule, Britannia ! Rule, Britannia ! 

Conqueror over sea and shore. 

See, uprear'd our holy standard ! 

Crowd around it, gallant hearts ! 
What ? should Britain's fame be slander'd 

As by fault on our parts ? 
Let the rabid Frenchman threaten. 

Let the mad invader come, 
We will hunt them out of Britain, 

Or can die for hearth and home ! 
For Britannia, dear Britannia, 

Wakes our chorus evermore — 
Rule, Britannia ! Rule, Britannia ! 

Conqueror over sea and shore. 

Rise then, patriots ! name endearing. 

Flock from Scotland's moors and dales, 
From the green gla3 fields of Erin, 

From the mountain homes of Wales, — 
Rise ! for sister England calls you. 

Rise ! our commonweal to serve. 
Rise ! while now the song enthralls you, 

Thrilling every vein and nerve, 
Hail, Britannia ! hail, Britannia ! 

Conquer, as thou didst of yore ! 
Rule, Britannia ! Rule, Britannia ! 

Over every sea and shore. 



38 THE EMIGRANT SHIP. 



THE EMIGRANT SHIP. 

FOR MUSIC. 

Far away, far away, 
The emigrant ship must sail to-day : 

Cruel ship, — to look so gay 
Bearing the exiles far away. 

Sad and sore, sad and sore. 
Many a fond heart bleeds at the more, 

Cruel dread, — to meet no more, 
Bitter sorrow, sad and sore. 

Many years, many years 
At best will they battle with perils and fears : 

Cruel pilot, — for he steers 
The exiles away for many years. 

Long ago, long ago ! 
For the days that are gone their tears shall flow : 

Cruel hour, — to tear them so 
From all they cherished long ago. 

Fare ye well, fare ye well ! 
To joy and to hope it sounds as a knell : 

Cruel tale it were to tell 
How the emigrant sighs farewell. 



THE EMIGRANT SHIP. 39 

Far away, far away ! 
Is there indeed no hope to-day ? 

Cruel and false it were to say 
There are no pleasures far away, 

Far away, far away ! 
Every night and every day 

Kind and wise it were to pray, 
God be with them far away ! 



40 THE ASSURANCE OF HORACE. 



THE ASSURANCE OF HORACE. 



I HAVE achieved a tower of fame 

More durable than gold, 
And loftier than the royal frame 

Of Pyramids of old, — 
Which none inclemencies of clime, 

Nor fiercest winds that blow, 
Nor endless change, nor lapse of time, 

Shall ever overthrow ! 

I cannot perish utterly : 

The brighter part of me 
Must live — and live — and never die. 

But baffle Death's decree ! 
For I shall always grow, and spread 

My new-blown honors still. 
Long as the priest and vestal tread 

The Capitolian hill. 

I shall be sung, where thy rough waves, 

My native river, foam, — 
And where old Daunus scantly laves 

And rules his rustic home ; 
As chief and first I shall be sung, 

Though lowly, great in might. 
To tune my country's heart and tongue, 

And tune them both aright. 



THE ASSURANCE OF HORACK 41 

Thou then, my soul, assume thy state. 

And take thine honors due ; 
Be proud, as thy deserts are great, — 

To thine own praise be true ! 
Thou too, celestial Muse, come down, 

And with kind haste prepare 
The laurel for a Delphic crown 

To weave thy Poet's hair. 



42 THE ASSURANCE OF OVID. 



THE ASSURANCE OF OVID. 



Now have I done my work ! — which not Jove's ire 
Can make undone, nor sword, nor time, nor fire. 
Whene'er that day, whose only powers extend 
Against this body, my brief life shall end, 
Still in my better portion evermore 
Above the stars undying shall I soar ! 
My name shall never die : but through all time, 
Wherever Rome shall reach a conquered clime. 
There, in that people's tongue, shall this my page 
Be read and glorified from age to age ; — 
Yea, if the bodings of my spirit give 
True note of inspiration, I shall live ! 



POST-LETTERS. 43 



POST-LETTERS. 



Lottery tickets every day, — 

And ever drawn a blank ! 
Yet none the less we pant and pray 

For prizes in that bank : 
Morn by morn, and week by week, 

They cheat us, or amuse. 
Whilst on we fondly hope, and seek 

Some stirring daily news. 

The heedless postman on his path 

Is scattering joys and woes ; 
He bears the seeds of life and death, 

And drops them as he goes ! 
I never note him trudging near 

Upon his common track, 
But all my heart is hope, or fear, 

With visions bright, or black ! 

I hope — what hope I not ? — vague things 

Of wondrous possible good ; 
I dread — as vague imaginings, 

A very viper's brood : 
Fame's sunshine, fortune's golden dews 

May now be hovering o'er, 
Or the pale shadow of ill news 

Be cowering at my door ! 



44 POST-LETTERS. 



Mystery, master-key to life, 
Thou spring of every hour, 

1 love to wrestle in thy strife. 

And tempt thy perilous power ; 
I love to know that none can know 

What this day may bring forth. 
What bliss for me, for me what woe 

Is travailing in birth ! 



See, on my neighbour's threshold stands 

Yon careless common man. 
Bearing, perchance, in those coarse hands 

— My Being's altered plan ! 
My germs of pleasure, or of pain. 

Of trouble, or of peace. 
May there lie thick as drops of rain 

Distilled from Gideon's fleece ! 



Who knoweth ? may not loves be dead,- 

Or those w^e loved laid low, — 
Who knoweth ? may not wealth be fled, 

And all the world my foe ? 
Or who can tell if Fortune's hour 

(Which once on all doth shine) 
Be not within this morning's dower, 

A prosperous morn of mine ? 



Ah, cold Reality ! — in spite 

Of hopes, and endless chance, 
That bitter postman, ruthless wight, 

Has cheated poor Romance ; 
No letters ! O the dreary phrase : 

Another day forlorn : — 
And thus I wend upon my ways 

To watch another morn. 



POST-LETTERS 45 



Cease, babbler ! — let those doubtings cease : 

What ? should a son of heaven 
With the pure manna of his Peace 

Mix up this faithless leaven ? 
Not so ! — for in the hands of God, ^ 

And in none earthly will, 
Abide alike my staff, and rod, 

My good, and seeming ill. 



46 SOCIETY. 



SOCIETY. 



Alas, we do but act ; we are not free : 
The presence of another is a chain 
My trammelled spirit strives to break, in vain ; 

How strangely different myself from me ! 
Thoughtful in solitude, serenely blest, 

Crown'd and enthroned in mental majesty, 

Equal to all things great, and daring all, 
I muse of mysteries, and am at rest : 
But, in the midst, some dull intruded guest 

Topples me from my heights, holding in thrall 
With his hard eye the traitor in my breast, 
That before humbler intellects is cow'd. 
Silently shrinking from the common crowd, 
And only with the highest self-possest. 



ON AN INFANT. 47 



ON AN INFANT.* 



Look on this babe ; and let thy pride take heed, 
Thy pride of manhood, intellect, or fame, 

That thou despise him not : for he indeed, 
And such as he, in spirit and heart the same, 

Are God's own children in that kingdom bright 
Where purity is praise, — and where before 
The Father's throne, triumphant evermore, 

The ministering angels, sons of light, 

Stand unreproved ; because they offer there, 
Mix'd with the Mediator's hallowing pray'r, 

The innocence of babes in Christ like this : 
O guardian Spirit, be my child thy care, 

Lead him to God, obedience and bliss, 

To God, O fostering cherub, thine and his ! 

* William Knighton Tupper, the Author's second son. 



48 EPILOGUE. 



EPILOGUE. 



Are there no sympathies, no loves between us ? 

Is my hope vain ? — I have not vext thee long, 
Nor lent thee thoughts from God and good that wean us, 

Nor given thee words that warp from right to wrong : 

And if, at times, my too triumphant song 
Hath seem'd self-praise,' — doth it indeed demean us 
That when a man feels hotly at his heart 

The quick spontaneous fire of thoughts and words, 
He will not play the hypocrite's ill part. 

Flinging aside the meed his Mind affords ? 

No ! with all gratitude and humbleness 
I claim mine own ; nor can affect to scorn 
A gift, of my Creator's goodness born. 

Which is my grace and glory to possess. 



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